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A.  B.  SIMPSON,  D.D. 


SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 

Hitherto  unpublished  poems 
and  a  few  old  favorites 


BY 

A.  B.  SIMPSON,  D.D. 


"  Be  filled  with  the  Spirit; 
Speaking  to  yourselves  in  psalms 
And  hymns  and  spiritual  songs, 
Singing  and  making  melody 
In  your  heart  to  the  Lord." 

(Eph.  5:  18,  19). 


New  York  Chicago 

Fleming    H.    Revell  Company 

London         and  Edinburgh 


Copyright,  1920  by 
The  Christian  Alliance  Publishing  Co. 


Printed  in  the  United  States  of  America 


FOREWORD 


AMONG  the  many  tributes  paid  to  Dr.  Simpson  at 
the  Memorial  Service  was  the  statement  that  his 
hymns  would  be  sung,  when  his  books  were  forgotten. 
Since  his  home-going  on  October  twenty-ninth,  many 
of  his  friends  have  requested  that  his  poetical  writings 
be  collected  and  published.  The  committee  having  in 
preparation  his  memoirs  found  a  large  number  of  manu- 
scripts, some  of  which  were  in  the  uncorrected  form 
in  which  they  flowed  from  the  author's  heart.  Mrs. 
Simpson  and  her  family  have  put  all  of  them  at  our 
disposal.  Selections  have  been  made  from  these  new 
hymns  which,  together  with  some  of  the  gems  which 
have  become  familiar  through  the  columns  of  his 
periodical,  "The  Alliance  Weekly,"  and  in  the  hymnology 
of  our  generation,  are  now  given  to  a  wider  circle.  There 
remain  enough  poems  for  a  second  volume  which  we 
hope  will  soon  be  issued. 

Though  literary  critics  have  recognized  the  poetic 
genius  which  is  so  clearly  seen  even  in  Dr.  Simpson's 
prose,  he  himself  disclaimed  any  natural  gift  of  song. 
In  a  letter,  written  shortly  before  he  ceased  his  activities, 
he  stated  that  he  never  had  written  a  poem  in  his  life 
until  the  Spirit  of  God  rilled  him  with  "psalms  and 
hymns  and  spiritual  songs."  They  came  to  him  on  all 
sorts  of  occasions  on  land  and  sea.  Some  of  the  follow- 
ing poems  were  written  in  Jerusalem,  others  on  the  Red 

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FOREWORD 


Sea,  and  still  others  in  the  Far  East  during  his  first 
missionary  journey;  while  the  fitting  conclusion  to  this 
volume  is  "Safe  Home,"  written  as  he  neared  harbor 
after  girdling  the  South  American  continent.  Many  of 
his  finest  hymns  were  produced  under  the  inspiration 
of  the  preparation  of  his  great  sermons,  and  were  sung 
to  his  own  music  from  manuscript  on  Sunday  mornings 
in  the  Gospel  Tabernacle,  New  York  City.  For  years 
he  rarely  failed  to  send  his  friends  a  Christmas  greeting 
or  New  Year  message  in  song;  nor  did  Commencement 
Day  pass  at  his  beloved  school,  the  Missionary  Institute, 
Nyack,  without  a  new  Class  Song.  The  last  hymn  which 
he  gave  us,  'The  Whole  Bible  to  the  Whole  Wide 
World,"  Was  written  for  the  Class  of  1919  after  he  had 
given  up  all  active  ministry. 

This  collection  is  now  sent  forth  with  the  prayer  that 
"the  sound  of  a  voice  that  is  still"  may  be  heard  by 
many  old  and  new  friends.  He  has  entered  the  great 
company  of  our  forerunners  in  faith,  yet  in  his  songs 
"He,  being  dead,  yet  speaketh." 

The  Editor. 

Nyack-on-the-Hudson, 


CONTENTS 


name  page 

Able  to  Keep   31 

Accepted  in  the  Beloved   38 

Always  and  All  for  God   90 

Always  Spring   17 

As  a  Little  Child   146 

Beautiful  Japan   112 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God    39 

Be  True   132 

Bringing  Back  the  King   124 

But  God   64 

Christ  Is  Our  Anchor    65 

Christian  Soldier,  Stand   91 

Christmas  without  Christ,  A   147 

Coming  Again   116 

Count  Your  Blessings                                                .  144 

Crown  Him  Lord  of  All   131 

Crucified,  Risen  and  Glorified   33 

Days  of  Heaven,  The   28 

Dwell  Deep   21 

Eastertide   142 

El  Shadai   70 

Even  as  He   30 

Even  as  the  Son  of  Man   55 

Everlasting  Arms,  The   72 

Fear  Not   69 


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name  page 

Get  Somewhere  27 

Glory  to  the  Name  of  Jesus  100 

God's  Best  12 

God's  Great  Gift  56 

God's  Levites  75 

God  Is  My  Home  68 

Golden  Year,  A  137 

Himself  24 

Holding  on  the  Way  18 

How  Long?   119 

I  Have  Seen  Jesus  103 

I'm  Living  in  Heaven  To-day  16 

I  Will  not  Leave  You  Orphans  51 

India  for  Jesus  109 

In  His  Heart  and  Hand  58 

In  Memoriam  157 

It  is  I,  Be  not  Afraid  67 

Jerusalem  107 

Jesus  is  Mine  73 

Jesus  Only  36 

Keep  Sweet  34 

Knocking  78 

Land  of  Light,  The  110 

Latter  Rain,  The  52 

Lead  Me  81 

Let  Yourself  Alone  25 

Look  to  Jesus  22 

Looking  for  and  Hasting  Forward  123 

Looking  Over  156 

Lord  of  the  Harvest,  The  106 

Lovest  Thou  Me?   95 

More  Than  We  Can  87 

Morning  Star,  The  150 


CONTENTS  9 


name  page 

My  Secret   18 

My  Trust   105 

New  Life,  The   20 

New  Year  Wish,  A      .   23 

No  One  but  Jesus   13 

Nothing  is  too  Hard  for  Jesus   76 

O  Comforter,  Gentle  and  Tender   50 

O  Holy  Ghost,  Thou  Brooding  Dove   49 

Oh  How  I  Love  This  Blessed  Book   85 

O  Restless  Heart  of  Mine   66 

0  Slumbering  Soul,  Awake!   47 

0  Winged  Years   136 

Old  Year  and  New  Year,  The   141 

On  Eagles' Wings   15 

Only  Believe   40 

Only  Wait   71 

Open  Door,  The   63 

Ordination  Hymn   84 

Passion  Fire  of  Love  Divine,  The   79 

Power  of  His  Name,  The   101 

Prayer   80 

Ready   89 

Resting   37 

Resurrected,  not  Raised   32 

Safe  Home   159 

Saviour's  Charm,  The   102 

Show  Me  Thy  Glory   82 

Sinner  Saved  by  Grace,  A   44 

So  Did  Not  I   57 

Sound  in  the  Mulberry  Trees,  A   117 

Sound  the  Alarm   115 

Standing  by  the  Standard   86 

Sun  of  Righteousness,  The   121 


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name  page 

Southern  Cross,  The   .    .  .153 

Take  Him  53 

Thanksgiving  Day  143 

Therefore  Choose  42 

They  Dwelt  with  the  King  93 

Thy  Kingdom  Comb  122 

Thy  God  is  Mighty  134 

To-day  88 

To  Glorify  My  God  .    .  14 

Two  Souls  48 

Under  an  Eastern  Sky  45 

Unto  Him  That  Loved  Us  ,    .  46 

Upward  Calling,  The  n 

Volunteers  for  Jesus  130 

What  is  That  in  Thy  Hand?  60 

What  Shall  the  Answer  Be?  104 

What  Will  You  Do  with  Jesus  ?  92 

When  the  Tasks  of  Life  are  Ended  -97 

Who  are  These  in  Bright  Array  ?  120 

Whole  Bible  to  the  Whole  Wide  World,  The    ....  129 

Why  He  Came  151 

Will  it  Pay?  41 

Won't  You  Wipe  My  Tears?  113 

Yes,  Lord  54 

Yet  a  Little  While  118 

Zion's  Awakening  125 


ASPIRATION 


THE  UPWARD  CALLING 


VOICE  is  calling  me,  a  Hand  has  grasped  me, 


*-       By  cords  unseen  my  soul  is  upward  drawn; 
My  heart  has  answered  to  that  upward  calling, 
I  clasp  the  Hand  that  lifts  and  leads  me  on. 

I'm  turning  from  the  past  that  lies  behind  me, 
I'm  reaching  forth  unto  the  things  before; 
I've  caught  the  taste  of  life's  eternal  fountains, 
And  all  my  being  longs  and  thirsts  for  more. 

A  brooding  Presence  hovers  o'er  my  spirit, 
The  Heavenly  Dove  my  heart  doth  softly  woo; 
I  catch  bright  visions  of  my  heavenly  calling 
And  all  there  is  for  me  to  be  and  do. 

A  mystic  glory  lingers  all  around  me, 

And  all  the  air  breathes  out  the  eternal  spring; 

I  feel  the  pulses  of  the  New  Creation, 

And  all  things  whisper  of  the  Coming  King. 

And  in  my  heart  I  hear  the  Spirit's  whisper, 
"The  Bridegroom  cometh,  hasten  to  prepare!" 
And  with  my  vessels  filled  and  lamps  all  burning 
I'm  going  out  to  meet  Him  in  the  air. 


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SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


GOD'S  BEST 

GOD  has  His  best  things  for  the  few: 
That  dare  to  stand  the  test; 
God  has  His  second  choice  for  those 
Who  will  not  have  His  best. 

It  is  not  always  open  ill 

That  risks  the  promised  rest; 
The  better  often  is  the  foe 

That  keeps  us  from  the  best. 

There's  scarcely  one  but  vaguely  wants 

In  some  way  to  be  blest; 
'Tis  not  Thy  blessing,  Lord,  I  seek, 

I  want  Thy  very  best. 

And  others  make  the  highest  choice, 

But  when  by  trials  pressed, 
They  shrink,  they  yield,  they  shun  the  Cross, 

And  so  they  lose  the  best. 

I  want,  in  this  short  life  of  mine, 

As  much  as  can  be  pressed 
Of  service  true  for  God  and  man; 

Help  me  to  be  my  best. 

I  want  to  stand,  when  Christ  appears, 

In  spotless  raiment  dressed, 
Numbered  among  his  hidden  ones, 

His  holiest  and  his  best. 


ASPIRATION 


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I  want,  among  the  victor  throng, 

To  have  my  name  confessed, 
And  hear  my  Master  say  at  last, 

"Well  done,  you  did  your  best." 

Give  me,  O  Lord,  Thy  highest  choice, 

Let  others  take  the  rest; 
Their  good  things  have  no  charm  for  me, 

For  I  have  got  Thy  best! 


NO  ONE  BUT  JESUS 

WHEN  over  my  spirit  the  burden  of  sin 
Has  rolled  like  a  wild,  stormy  wave, 
With  darkness  and  terror  without  and  within, 

Then  no  one  but  Jesus  can  save. 
When  crushed  and  o'erwhelmed  with  my  sorrow  and  care 

I'm  sinking  in  anguish  and  fear, 
Then  no  one  but  Jesus  my  burden  can  bear, 
And  no  one  but  Jesus  can  cheer. 

When  sickness,  infirmity,  anguish  and  pain 

Upon  me  resistlessly  steal, 
There's  no  one  but  Jesus  for  body  and  brain, 

There's  no  one  but  Jesus  can  heal. 
And  when  through  the  valley  of  death  I  shall  go, 

Eternity  almost  in  view, 
When  shadows  grow  dark  and  the  waters  o'erflow 

Then  no  one  but  Jesus  will  do. 


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TO  GLORIFY  MY  GOD 

HpO  gbrify  my  God,  no  lesser  aim 

My  God-given  life  and  powers  shall  henceforth 
claim ; 

My  body,  soul,  and  spirit,  Lord,  are  Thine; 
The  joy  to  give  them  back  to  Thee  be  mine. 

His  Father's  glory  Jesus  ever  sought; 
To  do  His  work  and  will  His  only  thought; 
About  His  Father's  business  He  must  be: 
Lord,  may  Thy  business  be  as  much  to  me. 

How  best  can  I  my  Father  glorify? 
Naught  can  be  added  to  His  majesty; 
But  I  can  let  His  glory  through  me  shine 
And  shed  on  all  around  His  light  divine. 

And  like  the  legend  that  they  tell  of  one 
Who  sought  to  build  a  temple  to  the  sun, 
And  reared  the  chiseled  stone  and  burnished  gold, 
But  still  the  splendid  walls  were  dark  and  cold, 

Until  another  architect  appeared; 
A  temple  of  transparent  glass  he  reared; 
And  lo,  the  sun  came  down  his  work  to  own, 
And  with  his  glory  through  the  temple  shone; 


ASPIRATION 


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So  let  my  soul  be  flooded  with  Thy  light; 
So  let  my  heart  be  open  to  Thy  sight; 
So  glorify  Thyself,  O  Lord,  in  me, 
Till  all  my  being  answers,  Lord,  to  The©. 


ON  EAGLES'  WINGS 

MOUNTING  up  with  wings  as  eagles, 
Waiting  on  the  Lord  we  rise; 
Strength  receiving,  life  renewing, 

How  our  spirit  heavenward  flies! 
Then  our  springing  feet  returning 

To  the  pathway  of  the  saint, 
We  shall  run  and  not  be  weary, 
We  shall  walk  and  never  faint. 

Oh,  we  need  these  heights  of  rapture 

Where  we  mount  on  eagles'  wings; 
Then  returning  to  life's  duties, 

All  our  heart  exultant  springs. 
This  our  every  burden  lightens 

Till,  with  sweet,  divine  constraint, 
We  can  run  and  not  be  weary, 

We  can  walk  and  never  faint. 


JOY  AND  VICTORY 


I'M  LIVING  IN  HEAVEN  TO-DAY 

'T^HEY  tell  of  the  bliss  of  the  ransomed  above 
*     In  the  Land  that  is  far,  far  away; 
But  Jesus  so  fills  my  glad  heart  with  His  love 
That  I'm  living  in  heaven  to-day. 

They  tell  of  the  pleasures  that  never  decline 

And  the  treasures  that  never  decay; 
But  Jesus  Himself  and  His  riches  are  mine, 

And  I'm  living  in  heaven  to-day. 

No  sorrow  e'er  comes  to  that  beautiful  shore, 
And  their  tears  have  been  all  wiped  away; 

But  Jesus  has  taught  me  to  sorrow  no  more, 
And  He  fills  me  with  heaven  to-day. 

For  heaven  is  Jesus  and  Jesus  is  mine, 
And  His  presence  is  with  me  alway; 

He  fills  me  so  full  of  His  glory  divine 
That  I'm  living  in  heaven  to-day. 

I  now  have  a  joy  that  they  never  can  know, 

In  that  Land  that  is  far,  far  away; 
I'm  seeking  and  saving  poor  sinners  below, 

And  this  is  my  heaven  to-day. 

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JOY  AND  VICTORY 


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ALWAYS  SPRING 

THE  summer  birds  have  ceased  their  singing, 
The  summer  flowers  have  passed  away, 
The  sunshine  from  the  skies  has  faded, 
The  autumn  clouds  are  cold  and  gray ; 
But  still  my  happy  heart  is  singing, 

For  Jesus  is  my  Lord  and  King; 
His  peace  to  me  a  heaven  is  bringing, 
And,  where  He  dwells,  'tis  always  spring* 

The  sweetest  joys  of  earth  may  fail  me, 

The  fondest  friendships  pass  away, 
The  brightest  frames  and  feelings  languish 

As  sinks  the  light  of  setting  day; 
But  still  my  happy  heart  is  singing, 

For  Jesus  is  my  Lord  and  King ; 
His  peace  to  me  a  heaven  is  bringing, 

And,  where  He  dwells,  'tis  always  spring. 

The  love  of  Jesus  is  my  sunshine, 

His  presence  is  my  joy  and  song, 
His  loving  kindness  floods  my  being 

And  keeps  me  gladsome  all  day  long; 
And  so  my  happy  heart  is  singing — 

For  Jesus  is  my  Lord  and  King ; 
His  peace  to  me  a  heaven  is  bringing, 

And,  where  He  dwells,  'tis  always  spring. 


18  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


My  day  no  more  can  sink  in  darkness, 

My  sun  no  more  shall  set  in  night; 
Christ  is  my  sunshine  and  my  summer 

And  God,  my  everlasting  light: 
And  so  my  happy  heart  is  singing — 

For  Jesus  is  my  Lord  and  King; 
His  peace  to  me  a  heaven  is  bringing, 

And,  where  He  dwells,  'tis  always  spring. 


HOLDING  ON  THE  WAY 

,ATpIS  the  promise  of  God,  and  it  never  can  fail, 

Unto  all  who  will  trust  and  obey; 
Though  trials  may  press,  and  though  foes  may  assail, 
The  righteous  shall  hold  on  his  way. 

I  shall  hold  on  my  way  for  He  holds  my  hand, 
And  He'll  not  let  me  stumble  or  stray; 

While  I  heed  His  voice  and  obey  His  command, 
I  surely  shall  hold  on  my  way. 


MY  SECRET 

SHALL  I  tell  you  what  it  is  that  keeps  me  singing, 
Never  minding  whether  it  be  shade  or  shine? 
Tis  because  His  own  glad  song  is  singing  in  me, 
Tis  because  the  Saviour's  joy  is  always  mine. 


JOY  AND  VICTORY 


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Shall  I  tell  you  what  it  is  that  keeps  me  springing, 
With  a  strength  that  smiles  at  sickness  and  decay? 

Tis  because  the  Life  of  Jesus  fills  my  being, 
And  the  Living  Bread  sustains  me  day  by  day. 

Shall  I  tell  you  why  my  foes  no  longer  vex  me, 
And  my  cares  and  fears  and  doubtings  all  are  o'er  ? 

Tis  because  I've  given  my  burdens  all  to  Jesus, 
And  He  leads  me  forth  in  triumph  evermore. 

Shall  I  tell  you  why  my  life  is  now  so  easy? 

'Tis  because  this  wretched  self  has  ceased  to  be; 
Once  it  caused  me  all  my  troubles,  but  it's  buried, 

And  it  is  no  longer  I,  but  Christ  in  me. 

Shall  I  tell  you  why  I  love  to  work  for  Jesus  ? 

'Tis  because  His  blessed  Spirit  works  in  me; 
I  have  but  to  let  Him  use  me,  His  the  power, 

Mine  the  recompense  to  share,  the  fruit  to  see. 

Shall  I  tell  you  why  I  love  to  tell  of  Jesus? 

Tis  because  there's  nothing  else  so  good  and  true; 
There's  no  other  name  or  story  worth  the  telling; 

Without  Jesus  what  could  helpless  sinners  do  ? 

Shall  I  tell  you  why  I'm  watching  for  His  coming? 

Tis  because  of  all  my  future  He's  the  sum; 
This  will  be  my  joy  forever — Jesus  only — 

And  I  long,  and  look,  and  pray  for  Him  to  come. 


THE  CHRIST  LIFE 


THE  NEW  LIFE 


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IFE'S  crisis  has  been  passed, 
And  I  have  come  at  last 


Into  the  Promised  Land  of  Peace  and  Rest; 

The  crisis  hour  is  o'er 

And  now  forevermore 
I'm  dwelling  in  God's  blessing  and  God's  best. 

It  came,  I  know  not  how, 

But  this  I  know,  that  now 
My  life  has  found  a  new  and  ndbler  plane; 

Something  has  passed  away, 

Something  has  come  to  stay, 
And  I  can  never  be  the  same  again. 

The  change  is  not  in  me, 

Rather,  it  seems  that  He 
Has  come  Himself  to  live  His  life  in  mine; 

And  as  I  stepped  aside 

And  took  Him  to  abide, 
He  came  and  filled  me  with  His  life  divine. 

I  came  to  Jordan's  flood, 
And  as  with  Him  I  stood, 
,The  Heavenly  Dove  upon  my  spirit  came; 

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THE  CHRIST  LIFE 


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Just  how  I  cannot  tell, 
But  this  I  know  full  well 
That  life  henceforth  can  never  mean  the  same. 

And  yet  it  brings  no  strain, 

But  hand,  and  heart,  and  brain 
Move  on  with  all  the  old  simplicity; 

I  do  not  have  to  try 

For  it  is  no  more  I 
But  Christ  who  thinks,  and  lives,  and  moves  in  me. 

The  testing  hours  have  come, 

In  flesh,  and  heart,  and  home, 
But  He  was  near  my  every  load  to  share. 

New  tasks  have  called  me  on, 

New  victories  have  been  won, 
But  through  the  cloud  and  sunshine  He  was  there. 

No  more  I  doubt  or  fear, 

The  way  shines  bright  and  clear, 
And  One  who  ne'er  can  fail  is  leading  on; 

He  will  not  let  me  stray 

But  lead  me  all  the  way 
Until  the  fight  is  fought,  the  crown  is  won. 


DWELL  DEEP 

DWELL  deep,  dwell  deep,  for  the  heart  of  God 
Is  a  shoreless  sea  and  a  fathomless  flood, 
And  His  mighty  love  we  can  never  know 

Till  we  sound  the  depths  where  the  full  tides  flow. 


22  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


LOOK  TO  JESUS 


RE  you  looking  at  your  sins  and  failures? 


Are  you  seeking  to  be  saved  by  trying? 

Look  to  Jesus. 
One  sight  of  Him  is  worth  a  thousand  tears, 
One  word  from  Him  will  banish  all  your  fears, 
One  smile  from  Him,  oh,  how  it  helps  and  cheers, 

Look  away  to  Jesus. 

Are  you  looking  at  your  grief  and  sorrow? 

Look  to  Jesus. 
Are  you  anxious  for  the  coming  morrow? 

Look  to  Jesus. 
One  sight  of  Him  will  melt  your  clouds  away, 
One  word  from  Him  will  turn  your  night  to  day, 
One  smile  from  Him  illumine  all  your  way, 

Look  away  to  Jesus. 


Has  the  vision  of  the  world  defiled  you? 

Look  to  Jesus. 
Has  some  smiling  face  of  clay  beguiled  you? 

Look  to  Jesus. 
One  look  at  Him,  and  earth  no  more  can  charm, 
One  word  from  Him,  and  naught  can  e'er  alarm, 
One  smile  from  Him  will  Satan's  wiles  disarm, 

Look  away  to  Jesus. 


Look  to  Jesus. 


THE  CHRIST  LIFE 


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Are  you  looking  at  your  heart  for  feeling? 

Look  to  Jesus. 
Are  you  looking  for  some  sign  of  healing? 

Look  to  Jesus. 
Look  out,  not  in,  and  stop  your  vain  repining, 
Look  past  the  cloud  and  see  the  silver  lining, 
He  is  your  Sun  and  He  is  ever  shining, 

Look  away  to  Jesus. 

Are  you  looking  at  the  people  round  you? 

Look  to  Jesus. 
Do  the  things  that  sometimes  come  astound  you? 

Look  to  Jesus. 
Look  unto  Him,  for  none  but  He  can  guide, 
Look  unto  Him,  no  matter  what  betide, 
Look  unto  Him,  He  always  is  beside, 

Look  away  to  Jesus. 


A  NEW  YEAR  WISH 

EVER  may  the  Father  send  thee 
More  than  fondest  love  can  pray; 
May  His  love  and  power  defend  thee 
And  His  presence  still  attend  thee 
For  thy  farthest  pilgrim  way. 

Better  than  thy  best  endeavor 
Ever  may  thy  future  prove; 
Evil  touch  or  harm  thee  never, 
Richest  blessing  crown  thee  ever, 
Ending  in  the  bliss  above. 


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HIMSELF 

ONCE  it  was  the  blessing, 
Now  it  is  the  Lord ; 
Once  it  was  the  feeling, 

Now  it  is  His  Word; 
Once  His  gifts  I  wanted, 

Now  the  Giver  own; 
Once  I  sought  for  healing, 
Now  Himself  alone. 

Once  'twas  painful  trying, 

Now  'tis  perfect  trust; 
Once  a  half  salvation, 

Now  the  uttermost; 
Once  'twas  ceaseless  holding, 

Now  He  holds  me  fast; 
Once  'twas  constant  drifting, 

Now  my  anchor's  cast. 

Once  'twas  busy  planning, 

Now  'tis  trustful  prayer; 
Once  'twas  anxious  caring, 

Now  He  has  the  care; 
Once  'twas  what  I  wanted, 

Now  what  Jesus  says; 
Once  'twas  constant  asking, 

Now  'tis  ceaseless  praise. 


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Once  it  was  my  working, 

His  it  hence  shall  be; 
Once  I  tried  to  use  Him, 

Now  He  uses  me; 
Once  the  power  I  wanted, 

Now  the  Mighty  One; 
Once  for  self  I  labored, 

Now  for  Him  alone. 

Once  I  hoped  in  Jesus, 

Now  I  know  He's  mine; 
Once  my  lamps  were  dying, 

Now  they  brightly  shine; 
Once  for  death  I  waited, 

Now  His  coming  hail, 
And  my  hopes  are  anchored, 

Safe  within  the  vail. 


LET  YOURSELF  ALONE 

VAIN  and  fruitless  is  the  struggle 
Self  to  sanctify; 
God  alone  can  cleanse  and  keep  you, 

Wherefore  should  you  try? 
Oh,  the  needless  cares  and  conflicts 

You  had  never  known, 
If  you'd  learned  the  simple  lesson, — 
Let  yourself  alone. 


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Let  your  eyes  keep  looking  upward; 

Cease  to  look  within; 
All  your  introspection  cannot 

Cleanse  a  single  sin. 
You  will  find  your  best  self  effort 

Vain,  and  worse  than  vain, 
As  the  touch  of  soiled  fingers 

Only  leaves  a  stain. 

Leave  your  rights  and  reputation 

In  the  Master's  hand. 
What  though  men  misunderstand  you, 

Jesus  understands; 
He  can  shield  and  vindicate  you, 

Right  your  every  wrong, 
Turn  the  hate  of  men  and  devils 

Into  joy  and  song. 

It  is  life  you  need,  not  labor — 

Life  that  springs  from  Him; 
If  you'd  have  your  cup  run  over, 

Fill  it  to  the  brim. 
All  the  springs  of  power  and  blessing 

Flow  from  yonder  throne; 
If  you'd  have  them  fill  and  flood  you, 

Let  yourself  alone. 


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GET  SOMEWHERE 

ARE  you  groping  for  a  blessing, 
Never  getting  there? 
Listen  to  a  word  in  season, 
Get  somewhere. 

Are  you  struggling  for  salvation 
By  your  anxious  prayer? 

Stop  your  struggling,  simply  trust,  and — 
Get  somewhere. 

Are  you  worn  and  heavy  laden, 

Pressed  with  many  a  care? 

Cast  your  burden  on  the  Lord,  and — 
Get  somewhere. 

Would  you  know  the  Great  Physician 
Who  your  sickness  bare? 

Simply  take  Him  at  His  word,  and — >. 
Get  somewhere. 

Does  the  answer  seem  to  linger 
To  your  earnest  prayer? 

Turn  your  praying  into  praise,  and — 
Get  somewhere. 

Are  you  looking  for  your  mission, 

What  to  do  and  dare? 
Cease  your  dreaming,  start  at  something — 

Get  somewhere. 


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SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


You  will  never  know  His  fulness 

Till  you  boldly  dare 
To  commit  your  all  to  Him,  and — 

Get  somewhere. 

All  your  efforts  are  but  building 

Castles  in  the  air 
Till  you  answer  yes  to  God,  and — 

Get  somewhere. 


THE  DAYS  OF  HEAVEN 
HE  Days  of  Heaven  are  peaceful  days, 


JL     Still  as  yon  glassy  sea; 
So  calm,  so  still  in  God  our  days 

As  the  Days  of  Heaven  would  be. 

The  Days  of  Heaven  are  holy  days, 

From  sin  forever  free; 
So  cleansed  and  kept  our  days,  O  Lord, 

A9  the  Days  of  Heaven  would  be. 

The  Days  of  Heaven  are  happy  days, 

Sorrow  they  never  see; 
So  full  of  gladness  all  our  days 

As  the  Days  of  Heaven  would  be. 


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The  Days  of  Heaven  are  healthful  days, 
They  feed  on  life's  fair  tree; 

So  feeding  on  Thy  strength,  O  Christ, 
Our  days  as  Heaven  may  be. 

The  Days  of  Heaven  are  busy  days, 

They  serve  continually; 
So  spent  for  Thee  and  Thine,  our  days 

As  the  Days  of  Heaven  would  be. 

The  Days  of  Heaven  are  Christly  days, 
The  Light  of  Heaven  is  He; 

So  walking  at  His  side,  our  days 

As  the  Days  of  Heaven  would  be. 

The  Days  of  Heaven  are  endless  days, 

Days  of  eternity; 
So  may  our  lives  and  works  endure 

While  the  Days  of  Heaven  shall  be. 

And  soon  the  glad  millennial  days 
Our  joyful  eyes  shall  see, 

And  for  a  thousand  happy  years 

Our  days  as  Heaven  shall  be. 

Walk  with  us,  Lord,  through  all  the  days, 
And  let  us  walk  with  thee; 

Till  as  Thy  will  is  done  in  Heaven, 
On  earth  so  shall  it  be. 


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EVEN  AS  HE 

SWEET  is  the  message  the  gospel  brings  us, 
Message  of  mercy,  full  and  free, 
"We  are  accepted  in  the  Beloved; 
We  are  beloved  even  as  He." 

We  are  as  near,  as  dear  as  Jesus; 

How  can  we  nearer,  dearer  be? 
We  are  accepted  in  the  Beloved; 

We  are  beloved  even  as  He. 

Why  should  we  ever  fear  or  falter, 

Why  should  we  ever  anxious  be, 
If  we're  accepted  in  the  Beloved, 

If  we're  beloved  even  as  He? 

How  can  my  love  grow  cold  or  languid 
While  I  can  hear  His  word  to  me, 

I  am  accepted  in  the  Beloved, 
I  am  beloved  even  as  He  ? 

When  I  am  pressed  by  sin  or  Satan, 
This  is  the  word  that  bids  them  flee, — 

I  am  accepted  in  the  Beloved, 
I  am  beloved  even  as  He. 

When  I  shall  cross  the  fords  of  Jordan, 
This  shall  my  joyful  death-song  be, — 

I  am  accepted  in  the  Beloved, 
I  am  beloved  even  as  He. 


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When  I  shall  reach  the  portals  yonder, 
This  shall  my  heavenly  passport  be,— 

I  am  accepted  in  the  Beloved, 
I  am  beloved  even  as  He. 


ABLE  TO  KEEP 

"Now  unto  Him  that  is  able  to  guard  you  from  stumbling, 
be  glory."    (Jude  24,  25). 

1WAS  so  weary  of  sinning  and  faltering, 
Ever  repenting  and  sinning  again; 
But  there  is  One  who  can  keep  me  from  stumbling; 
Glory  to  Jesus  forever,  Amen! 

Oh,  how  my  failures  have  stumbled  Thy  children, 
Plunged  me  in  darkness  and  wounded  me  sore, 

Grieved  and  dishonored  my  Saviour  and  Master! 
Saviour,  henceforth  may  my  stumblings  be  o'er. 

.Once  I  believed  I  must  always  be  stumbling 
For  my  old  nature  was  poisoned  with  sin; 

Now  there's  a  mightier  Power  upholds  me, 

Cleansing  and  keeping  and  dwelling  within. 

Jesus  is  able  to  keep  me  from  stumbling, 

And  to  present  me  some  glorious  day 
Faultless  and  spotless  before  Him  in  glory 

Where  I  shall  trust  Him  and  praise  Him  alway. 


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RESURRECTED,  NOT  RAISED 

RESURRECTED  with  my  Risen  Saviour, 
Seated  with  Him  at  His  own  right  hand; 
This  the  glorious  message  Easter  brings  me, 
This  the  place  in  which  by  faith  I  stand. 

Men  would  bid  you  rise  to  higher  levels, 
But  they  leave  you  on  the  human  plane. 

We  must  have  a  heavenly  resurrection; 
We  must  die  with  Christ  and  rise  again. 

Once  there  lived  another  man  within  me, 
Child  of  earth  and  slave  of  Satan  he; 

But  I  nailed  him  to  the  Cross  of  Jesus, 
And  that  man  is  nothing  now  to  me. 

Now  another  Man  is  living  in  me, 
And  I  count  His  blessed  life  as  mine; 

I  have  died  with  Him  to  all  my  own  life; 
I  have  risen  to  all  His  life  Divine. 

Oh,  it  is  so  sweet  to  die  with  Jesus, 
And  by  death  be  free  from  self  and  sin! 

Oh,  it  is  so  sweet  to  live  with  Jesus 
As  He  lives  the  death-born  life  within  t 


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CRUCIFIED,  RISEN,  AND  GLORIFIED 

"JAM  crucified  with  Christ: 

Nevertheless  I  live; 
Yet  not  I,  but  Christ  liveth  in  me; 
And  the  life  which  I  now  live  in  the  flesh 
I  live  by  the  faith  of  the  Son  of  God, 

Who  loved  me  and  gave  himself  for  me" 

(Gal.  2:20). 

When  Jesus  died  on  Calvary, 

I,  too,  was  there; 
'Twas  in  my  place  He  stood  for  me, 
And  now  accepted — even  as  He, 

His  right  I  share. 

When  Jesus  rose  with  life  divine, 

I,  too,  was  there; 
His  resurrection  power  is  mine, 
And,  as  the  branches  and  the  vine, 

His  life  I  share. 

When  Jesus  comes  some  day  for  me, 

I  shall  be  there; 
With  Him  and  like  Him  I  shall  be, 
And  all  His  glorious  majesty, 

I,  too,  shall  share. 


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O  blessed  life,  so  deep,  so  high! 

Lord,  keep  me  there; 
Help  me  with  Christ  to  live,  to  die, 
And  let  me  with  Him  bye  and  bye 

His  glory  share. 


Worth  its  weight  in  gold, 
Easy  to  remember, 
Easy  to  be  told; 
Changing  into  blessing 

Every  curse  we  meet, 
Turning  hell  to  heaven, 
This  is  all — keep  sweet. 

Make  us  kind  and  gentle, 

Harmless  as  the  dove; 
Giving  good  for  evil, 

Meeting  hate  with  love. 
[What  though  trials  press  us, 

What  though  tempests  beat, 
Naught  can  move  or  harm  us 

If  we  just  keep  sweet. 

Storms  may  rage  around  us, 
Waves  may  sweep  the  deck, 

But  with  hatches  covered 
Naught  our  bark  can  wreck; 


KEEP  SWEET 


HERE'S  a  little  secret 


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Sorrow  cannot  crush  us, 

Satan  must  retreat 
If  within  our  spirit 

All  is  right  and  sweet. 

Sweet  when  things  are  bitter, 

Sweet  when  hearts  are  sad; 
Giving  songs  for  sighing, 

Making  others  glad; 
In  the  quiet  household, 

On  the  bustling  street, 
Everywhere  and  always, 

Jesus,  keep  us  sweet. 

When  our  foes  assail  us, 

When  our  friends  betray, 
When  our  brightest  prospects 

Wither  and  decay, 
Christ  can  fill  our  sadness 

With  a  joy  replete, 
Turning  grief  to  gladness, 

Making  sorrow  sweet. 

Fountain  in  the  desert, 

Song  amid  the  night, 
Beacon  in  the  darkness, 

Star  of  hope  and  light; 
Sunshine  mid  the  tempest, 

Shadow  from  the  heat — 
Like  the  Blessed  Master, 

Make  us,  keep  us,  sweet. 


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JESUS  ONLY 

JESUS  only  is  our  Message, 
Jesus  all  our  theme  shall  be; 
We  will  lift  up  Jesus  ever, 
Jesus  only  will  we  see. 

Jesus  only  is  our  Saviour, 
All  our  guilt  He  bore  away, 

All  our  righteousness,  He  gives  us, 
All  our  strength  from  day  to  day. 

Jesus  is  our  Sanctifier, 

Cleansing  us  from  self  and  sin, 
And  with  all  His  Spirit's  fulness 

Filling  all  our  hearts  within. 

Jesus  only  is  our  Healer, 
All  our  sicknesses  He  bare, 

And  His  risen  life  and  fulness 
All  His  members  still  may  share. 

Jesus  only  is  our  Power, 

His  the  gift  of  Pentecost; 
Jesus,  breathe  Thy  power  upon  us, 

Fill  us  with  the  Holy  Ghost. 


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And  for  Jesus  we  are  waiting, 
Listening  for  the  Advent  Call; 

But  'twill  still  be  Jesus  only, 
Jesus  ever,  all  in  all. 

Jesus  only!   Jesus  ever! 

Jesus  all  in  all  we  sing! 
Saviour,  Sanctifier,  Healer, 

Glorious  Lord,  and  Coming  King! 


RESTING 

ONCE  my  hands  were  always  trying, 
Trying  hard  to  do  my  best; 
Now  my  heart  is  sweetly  trusting, 
And  my  soul  is  all  at  rest. 

Once  my  brain  was  always  planning, 
And  my  heart,  with  cares  oppressed; 

Now  I  trust  the  Lord  to  lead  me, 
And  my  life  is  all  at  rest. 

Once  my  life  was  full  of  effort, 
Now  'tis  full  of  joy  and  zest; 

Since  I  took  His  yoke  upon  me 
Jesus  gives  to  me  His  rest. 


SALVATION 


ACCEPTED  IN  THE  BELOVED 

GREAT  is  the  grace  that  the  Saviour  hath  brought 
By  his  atonement  so  glorious  and  free, — 
We  are  accepted  in  the  Beloved; 
We  are  beloved  even  as  He. 

Sinful  and  perishing,  wretched  and  ruined, 
Helpless  and  hopeless,  oh,  how  can  it  be 

We  are  accepted  in  the  Beloved  ? 
We  are  beloved  even  as  He? 

Mercy  has  covered  our  sin  and  transgression ; 

Only  the  merits  of  Christ  can  it  see, 
For  we're  accepted  in  the  Beloved; 

We  are  beloved  even  as  He. 

Now  as  His  children,  beloved  and  adopted, 
All  of  His  fulness  so  glorious  and  free, 

We  may  with  boldness  claim  through  His  merits, 
For  we're  accepted  even  as  He. 

Perishing  sinner,  oh,  come  to  the  Saviour; 

Mercy  and  welcome  are  waiting  for  thee. 
God  will  accept  thee  in  the  Beloved, 

Save  thee  and  love  thee  even  as  He. 

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BEHOLD  THE  LAMB  OF  GOD 
A  S  Jesus  walked  in  the  days  of  old 


The  great  Forerunner  stood  and  cried, 
"Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  !" 

The  Lamb  of  God!   Oh,  how  it  speaks 

Of  all  the  precious  blood 
That  pointed  down  through  ages  past 

To  Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God ! 

The  Lamb  of  God  1   It  speaks  to  me 

Beneath  my  guilty  load, 
And  seems  to  say,  "Just  look  and  live ; 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God!" 

For  all  our  sorrows,  sin,  and  pain, 
There's  healing  in  the  blood. 

Lift  up  thy  heart,  lift  up  thine  eyes, 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God! 

Lord,  let  us  prove  in  all  its  power 
The  precious,  precious  blood, 

And  still,  with  clearer,  stronger  faith, 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 

And  let  us  tell  that  sacred  Name 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad, 

Till  all  our  lost  and  sinful  race 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 


By  Jordan's  sacred  flood, 


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ONLY  BELIEVE 

WHAT  shall  I  do  to  be  saved? 
How  shall  I  come  to  the  Lord? 
Only  believe  and  confess  Him ; 
Trust  Him  and  rest  in  His  word. 

Christ  has  redeemed  you  from  sin; 

All  of  your  debt  has  been  paid. 
Nothing  remains  but  to  enter 

Into  the  peace  He  has  made. 

Why  should  you  struggle  so  hard? 

All  of  the  work  has  been  done. 
'Tis  not  your  goodness  or  badness, 

But  how  you  treat  His  dear  Son. 

Why  should  you  tarry  so  long, 
Waiting  to  make  yourself  right? 

All  things  are  ready  and  waiting, 
Come,  and  receive  Him  to-night. 

Jesus  is  all  that  you  need. 

All  things  are  yours  in  the  Lord. 
Take  Him  to  cleanse  you  and  keep  you; 

Trust  Him  and  rest  in  His  word. 


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WILL  IT  PAY? 


THERE  is  no  more  common  question 
People  ask  of  one  another 
As  they  meet  in  the  busy  marts  from  day  to  day, 
Than  the  words  that  you  can  hear  in 
Every  crowded  place  of  concourse, — 
How  is  business?  Does  it  pay?  Does  it  pay? 


Men  will  think  before  they  venture 

To  invest  their  earthly  future, 
Business  chances  are  not  lightly  thrown  away.; 

Yet  they  madly  risk  their  future 

On  the  chances  of  a  moment, 
Never  asking,  Will  it  pay?   Will  it  pay? 

Are  you  risking  your  salvation 
For  the  sake  of  present  pleasure? 

Are  you  making  life  a  fond  and  foolish  play? 
Are  you  trifling  with  God's  mercy 
While  your  day  of  grace  is  flying? 

O  say,  brother,  will  it  pay?   Will  it  pay? 


Have  you  thought  that  soon  your  sweetest, 

Fondest  treasure  will  have  vanished, 
And  how  swiftly  life  is  slipping  fast  away? 

Have  you  ever  tried  to  measure 

What  it  means  to  live  forever? 
O  my  brother,  will  it  pay?  Will  it  pay? 


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Do  you  know  the  priceless  value 

Of  the  soul  that  dwells  within  you? 
Yours,  alone,  the  world  itself  would  far  outweigh. 

Do  you  know  the  price  that  Jesus 

Paid  to  win  you?  If  you  lose  it, 
Think,  my  brother,  will  it  pay?   Will  it  pay? 

Will  it  pay  to  turn  from  evil 

Giving  up  the  world  for  Jesus 
And  with  fixed  and  steadfast  purpose  dare  to  say, — 

"I  have  closed  the  great  transaction, 

I  have  made  my  future  yonder, 
And  I  know  that  it  will  pay,  it  will  pay." 


THEREFORE  CHOOSE 

"T  HAVE  set  before  you 

A   Life  and  death, 

Blessing  and  cursing ; 
Therefore  choose  life 

That  both  thou  and  thy  seed  may  live" 

(Deut,  30:19). 

There  is  a  strange  and  solemn  power 
That  we  are  ever  using, 
For  God  has  given  to  every  man 
The  sovereign  right  of  choosing, 
And  souls  are  lost,  and  souls  are  won 
By  choosing  or  refusing; 
Therefore  choose. 


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When  Satan's  fierce  and  fiery  darts 
Around  our  souls  are  flying, 
When  earth  with  her  alluring  smiles 
Our  heart  is  fondly  plying, 
The  only  way  to  hold  our  ground, 
The  hosts  of  hell  defying, 
Is  to  choose. 

Eternal  life  does  not  consist 
In  some  strange  art  of  feeling; 
There  is  a  choice  that  faith  must  make, 
The  great  transaction  sealing. 
O  sinner,  come  and  at  His  feet 
In  full  surrender  kneeling, 
Jesus  choose. 

Perhaps  this  is  thy  crisis  hour, 
On  all  thy  future  telling; 
Poor  foolish  heart,  perhaps  to-day 
Thou  art  thy  birthright  selling. 
Oh  stop,  while  all  the  love  of  heaven 
Is  still  thy  heart  impelling, 
Stop  and  choose! 


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A  SINNER  SAVED  BY  GRACE 

WHEN  I  shall  reach  my  home  in  glory, 
And  see  my  Saviour  face  to  face, 
This  shall  be  all  my  song  and  story, — 
A  sinner  saved  by  grace. 

I'll  tell  how  by  His  blood  He  bought  me 
With  all  our  lost  and  ransomed  race, 

And  how  so  tenderly  He  sought  me 
And  saved  me  by  His  grace. 

I'll  tell  them  how  His  Spirit  sealed  me 
And  cleansed  me  from  each  sinful  trace, 

And  how  when  sick  and  worn  He  healed  me 
And  saved  me  by  His  grace. 

I'll  sing  how  lovingly  He  led  me 
At  last  to  yonder  heavenly  place, 

And  how  He  shepherded  and  fed  me 
And  kept  me  by  His  grace. 

Yes,  when  I  reach  my  home  in  glory 
And  see  my  Saviour  face  to  face, 

This  shall  be  all  my  song  and  story,— 
A  sinner  saved  by  grace. 


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UNDER  AN  EASTERN  SKY 

UNDER  an  Eastern  sky, 
Amid  a  rabble  cry, 
A  man  went  forth  to  die, 
For  me,  for  me. 

He  died  for  me,  for  me — 

Oh,  could  I  ever  be 
Ashamed  to  live  for  Thee 

Who  died  for  me ! 

Thorn-crowned  His  blessed  Head, 
Blood-stained  His  weary  tread, 

Cross-laden  was  He  led, 
For  me,  for  me. 

Pierced  were  His  hands  and  feet, 
Fiercely  upon  Him  beat 

The  burning  noontide  heat, 
For  me,  for  me. 

Then  wert  Thou  made  all  mine, 
Lord,  make  me  wholly  Thine, 

And  grant  Thy  Power  divine 
To  me,  to  me. 


46  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


UNTO  HIM  THAT  LOVED  US 

UNTO  John  on  Patmos 
Came  a  heavenly  strain, 
And  we  love  to  sing  it 
O'er  and  o'er  again, — 
Unto  Him  that  loved  us 

And  washed  us  in  His  blood, 
Unto  Him  that  made  us 

Kings  and  priests  to  God, 
Unto  Him  that's  coming 

Soon  on  earth  to  reign, 
Be  glory  and  dominion, 
Forevermore,  Amen. 

Have  you  felt  the  power 
Of  that  precious  blood? 
How  you  love  to  praise  Him, 
Blessed  Lamb  of  God ! 
Unto  Him  that  loved  us,  etc. 

Have  you  found  the  solace 
Of  the  Saviour's  love? 
How  you  love  and  bless  Him, 
Friend  all  friends  above! 
Unto  Him  that  loved  us,  etc. 

Are  you  ever  looking 
For  the  Lord  to  come? 
'Tis  so  sweet  to  sing  it, 
Song  of  Home  Sweet  Home,— 
Unto  Him  that  loved  us,  etc. 


SALVATION 


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So,  with  John  on  Patmos, 
We  delight  to  sing 
Of  our  loving  Saviour 
And  our  coming  King, — 
Unto  Him  that  loved  us 

And  washed  us  in  His  blood, 
Unto  Him  that  made  us 

Kings  and  priests  to  God, 
Unto  Him  that's  coming 

Soon  on  earth  to  reign, 
Be  glory  and  dominion, 
Forevermore,  Amen. 


O  SLUMBERING  SOUL,  AWAKE! 

O SLUMBERING  soul,  awake!  awake! 
Thou'rt  sleeping  o'er  a  yawning  grave. 
O  sinful  soul,  thy  sin  forsake 
While  Jesus  waits  to  hear  and  save! 

O  sinful  soul,  for  refuge  fly ! 

Thou'rt  standing  on  the  edge  of  doom, 
O  sinner  turn,  why  wilt  thou  die? 

Oh,  turn  to  God  while  yet  there's  room! 

O  careless  soul,  sleep  on  I  sleep  on ! 

But  stop  and  think,  and  count  the  cost 
Before  the  day  of  grace  is  gone, 

And  thou  shalt  wake  among  the  lost. 


48  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


O  trembling  soul,  be  not  afraid! 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live. 
On  Him  thy  load  of  sin  was  laid, 

And  He  is  waiting  to  forgive. 


TWO  SOULS 

TWO  souls  went  forth  from  the  cross  that  day, 
Both  dying  by  Jesus'  side, 
On  either  side  one  and  the  Lord  between, 
But  parted — so  far  and  wide. 

For  one  went  out  to  an  endless  night, 

Heaven  open  before  his  eyes, 
And  one  went  in  with  the  Son  of  God 

Through  the  gates  of  Paradise. 

Two  souls  will  go  from  this  place  to-day, 

Both  children  of  guilt  and  sin; 
But  one  has  said  no  to  the  Son  of  God, 

The  other  has  let  Him  in. 

And  the  starless  gloom  of  the  endless  night, 

Poor  lost  one,  awaiteth  thee; 
While  bright  as  the  light  of  love  and  heaven, 

Redeemed  one,  thy  path  shall  be. 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT 


O  HOLY  GHOST,  THOU  BROODING  DOVE 

OHOLY  GHOST,  Thou  brooding  Dove, 
Thou'rt  fluttering  o'er  my  nestling  soul, 
With  holy  peace  and  wooing  love, 
And  making  all  my  being  whole. 

My  spirit  sings  with  joyful  praise, 
And  laughs  aloud  with  holy  mirth, 

As  if  some  new  and  glorious  life 
Had  just  received  its  heavenly  birth. 

From  distant  heights  and  boundless  depths 
The  living  stream  within  me  flows, 

Flooding  the  garden  of  my  heart, 

Till  every  flower  with  fragrance  blows. 

Sometimes  with  breath  of  living  flame 
Thou  dost  my  inmost  soul  inspire, 

Till  all  my  heart  becomes  one  prayer 
Of  mighty  faith  and  strong  desire. 


Sept.  ia,  1907,  on  the  forty-second  anniversary  of  his  ordination. 
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50  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


O  COMFORTER,  GENTLE  AND  TENDER 

O COMFORTER,  gentle  and  tender, 
O  holy  and  heavenly  Dove, 
We're  yielding  our  hearts  in  surrender, 
We're  waiting  Thy  fulness  to  prove. 

Come,  strong  as  the  wind  o'er  the  ocean, 
Or  soft  as  the  breathing  of  morn, 

Subduing  our  spirit's  commotion 
And  cheering  when  hearts  are  forlorn. 

Oh,  come  as  the  heart-searching  fire, 
Oh,  come  as  the  sin-cleansing  flood, 

Consume  us  with  holy  desire 
And  fill  with  the  fulness  of  God. 

Anoint  us  with  gladness  and  healing; 

Baptize  us  with  power  from  on  high; 
Oh,  come  with  Thy  filling  and  sealing 

While  low  at  Thy  footstool  we  lie. 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT 


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I  WILL  NOT  LEAVE  YOU  ORPHANS 

SWEET  was  the  Master's  parting, 
Sweet  was  His  promise  true ; 
I  will  not  leave  you  orphans, 
But  I  will  come  to  you. 

What  though  His  holy  footsteps 

Linger  no  longer  here, 
Still  through  the  Spirit's  presence 

Jesus  is  ever  near. 

What  though  your  heart  be  lonely? 

What  though  your  friends  be  few? 
He  will  not  leave  you  orphans, 

Jesus  will  come  to  you. 

Comforter,  kind  and  tender, 

Holy  and  heavenly  Dove, 
Come  to  Thy  orphaned  children, 

Comfort  us  by  Thy  love. 

Refrain  : 

Jesus,  without  Thee  we're  orphaned  and  lonely, 
Come  as  our  Teacher  and  Guide ; 

Leave  us  not  comfortless; 

Send  us  the  Comforter; 
Come  to  our  hearts  to  abide. 


52  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


THE  LATTER  RAIN 

WE  are  waiting  for  the  promise  of  the  Master— 
For  without  it  all  our  sowing  is  in  vain — 
That  the  deserts  of  the  earth  shall  yet  be  watered 

With  the  showers  of  a  mighty  latter  rain. 
We  have  had  the  early  droppings  of  the  springtime, 

But  a  mightier  flood  from  heav'n  shall  be  outpoured, 
When  the  Spirit  in  His  fulness  shall  be  given, 
And  shall  usher  in  the  harvest  of  the  Lord. 

When  He  comes,  the  earth  shall  tremble  at  His  presence, 

And  the  hearts  of  hardened  men  shall  yield  and  break; 
Jew  and  Gentile  bow  the  knee  before  the  Saviour, 

And  the  dead  and  slumbering  Church  at  last  awake. 
Faith  can  see  the  little  cloud  on  the  horizon, 

Hope  can  almost  hear  the  thunder's  mighty  sound; 
For  the  windows  of  the  heavens  shall  be  opened 

And  the  floods  be  poured  upon  the  world's  dry  ground. 

We  are  living  in  a  day  of  solemn  crisis, 

We  are  children  of  a  strange  and  awful  time; 
We  are  heirs  of  all  this  legacy  of  promise, 

We  are  partners  of  a  heritage  sublime. 
Let  us  rise  to  meet  our  high  and  holy  calling, 

Let  us  sow  on  every  mountain,  hill,  and  plain, 
Let  us  pray  till  heaven's  windows  shall  be  opened, 

And  the  Lord  shall  send  the  promised  latter  rain. 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT 


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TAKE  HIM 


RE  you  waiting  for  the  Spirit 


Yield  yourself  in  full  surrender 
And  He'll  come  this  very  hour. 

Like  the  light  that  pours  from  heaven, 
Like  the  streams  that  flow  so  free, 

God  is  giving,  always  giving, 
All  the  hindrance  is  with  thee. 


And  the  fulness  of  His  power? 


CONSECRATION 


YES,  LORD 

WHEN  Jesus  came  along  to  seek  and  save  me, 
I  took  Him  at  His  word; 
And  when  He  asked  me  for  my  heart's  surrender, 
I  said,  Yes,  Lord. 

When  Jesus  let  me  see  my  guilt  and  danger, 

I  hastened  to  confess; 
I  took  my  place  among  the  lost  and  sinful, 

And  just  said  Yes. 

When  Jesus  came  along  in  pardoning  mercy, 

I  took  Him  at  His  word, 
I  just  said  Yes  to  every  precious  promise 

And  blessed  the  Lord. 

When  Jesus  came  along  and  bade  me  give  Him 

A  sacrifice,  no  less 
Than  all  my  heart  and  every  earthly  idol, 

I  just  said  Yes. 

When  Jesus  comes  along  with  clouds  of  sorrow, 

And  all  the  light  grows  dim, 
I  still  say  Yes,  through  all  the  gathering  darkness, 

And  wait  for  Him. 


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CONSECRATION 


55 


EVEN  AS  THE  SON  OF  MAN 


THE  Son  of  man  came  down 
Our  sinful  souls  to  save. 
He  lived  a  life  of  suffering  love, 

And  His  own  life  He  gave. 
He  left  the  courts  of  heaven 

For  Bethlehem's  lowly  bed, 
And  had  not  in  the  world  He  made 
A  place  to  lay  His  head. 

Then  what  have  I  to  do 

With  earthly  pomp  and  pride  ? 
The  world  that  crucified  my  Lord 

To  me  is  crucified. 
We  preach  the  cross  of  Christ, 

But  we  must  live  it  too, 
Its  passion  sign  of  love  inscribed 

On  all  we  say  and  do. 

What  though  our  path  be  hard, 
Our  name  unpraised,  unknown? 

Enough  to  suffer  with  Him  here, 
And  some  day  share  his  throne. 

O  lowly  Son  of  man! 
O  Man  of  Calvary! 

Help  me  to  bear  Thy  precious  cross 

And  ever  follow  Thee. 


56  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


GOD'S  GREAT  GIFT 

WHERE  could  you  find  the  mother  heart 
Who,  on  some  wintry  night  so  wild, 
Could  give  to  rude  and  ruffian  hands 

Her  fondly  loved  and  only  child, 
And  know  that  he  was  going  forth 

To  weary  years  of  grief  and  pain, 
Until  at  last,  mid  taunt  and  shame, 
He  should  by  ruthless  hands  be  slain? 

And  yet,  one  dark  and  wintry  night, 

So  lone,  so  cold,  so  dark,  so  wild, 
The  God  of  heaven  to  sinful  men 

Gave  up  His  own  beloved  Child. 
Yes,  God  gave  up  His  Holy  Babe 

In  lowly  manger  bed  to  lie, 
A  lonely,  suffering  life  to  live, 

A  cruel,  shameful  death  to  die. 

Was  ever  gift  so  great,  so  vast? 

Was  ever  love  so  strange,  so  true? 
O  father  fond,  O  mother  heart, 

What  does  it  mean  for  me,  for  you? 
My  dearest  child  is  not  too  dear; 

My  fondest  treasure  I  resign. 
How  little  all  my  gifts  appear 

When  weighed,  my  precious  Lord,  with  Thine! 


CONSECRATION 


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SO  DID  NOT  I 

"CO  did  not  I  because  I  feared  the  Lord;" 

^  The  secret  of  a  life  these  words  record; 
A  soul  that  dared  with  purpose  firm  and  true, 
To  do  God's  best  whatever  men  might  do. 

So  Paul,  his  glory  found  in  sacrifice, 
Choosing  to  preach  the  gospel  without  price; 
So  let  me  love,  dear  Lord,  Thy  precious  Cross, 
And  for  Thy  glory  count  all  else  as  loss. 

How  much  it  means  to  say  "So  did  not  I !" 
How  many  things  in  mere  negations  lie! 
This  shuts  Heaven's  gates,  "Ye  did  not  to  Me ;" 
And  what  were  not  is  half  of  Charity. 

Where  should  the  line  of  separation  run? 
What  places  should  we  seek  ?  What  places  shun  ? 
This  watchword  strikes  a  true  and  higher  chord, 
"So  did  not  I  because  I  feared  the  Lord." 

Is  it  consistent  with  the  Law  of  Love? 
Will  it  a  blessing  to  my  brother  prove  ? 
Will  it  my  Father  please  and  glorify? 
If  not,  be  this  my  stand,  "So  did  not  L* 


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SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


Just  to  say  No,  and  steadfastly  refuse 
To  yield  or  compromise,  but  calmly  choose, 
And  doubtful  things  to  shun  and  self  deny, 
And  say,  whate'er  men  do,  "So  did  not  I." 

This  is  to  be  one  of  earths  Greathearts  true, 
And  stand  some  day  among  the  chosen  few 
Who'll  march  beneath  the  arches  of  the  sky, 
And  on  their  banners  write,  "So  did  not  I." 


IN  HIS  HEART  AND  HAND 

IN  His  heart  my  Saviour  hides  me, 
And  He  holds  me  in  His  hand. 
At  His  feet  I  sit  and  listen, 
And  I  go  at  His  command. 

In  His  heart  no  ill  can  reach  me ; 
In  His  hand  no  fear  I  know. 
At  His  feet  I  love  to  linger, 
At  His  call  I  love  to  go. 

Keep  me  in  Thy  heart  abiding, 
Precious  Brother,  Bridegroom,  Friend; 
To  Thy  hands  my  all  committing, 
Guard  and  guide  me  to  the  end. 


CONSECRATION 


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At  Thy  feet  new  lessons  learning, 
Teach  and  mould  me  day  by  day ; 
Listening  for  Thy  least  commandment, 
Let  me  joyfully  obey. 

While  within  Thy  heart  abiding 
Let  my  heart  be  filled  with  Thine; 
While  Thy  hand  protects  and  guides  me, 
Fill  my  hands  with  tasks  divine. 

While  I  sit  before  Thee,  listening, 
Let  me  also  ready  stand, 
Quick  to  catch  Thy  marching  orders 
And  to  go  at  Thy  command. 

In  Thy  heart  and  hand  so  loving 
There  is  room  for  more  than  me; 
Help  me  share  Thy  grace  with  others, 
Help  me  bring  the  world  to  Thee, 

Till  before  Thy  feet  in  homage 
Every  knee  shall  prostrate  bow, 
And  the  crowns  of  earth  and  heaven 
Shall  adorn  Thy  victor  brow. 


60  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


WHAT  IS  THAT  IN  THY  HAND? 

WHAT  is  that  in  thy  hand, 
Moses?   A  simple  rod. 
Use  it  for  Him,  and  earth  shall  shake 
Before  the  march  of  God. 

What  is  that  in  thy  hand, 
Gideon?  A  soldier's  sword. 

Wield  it,  and  for  thy  country  win 
The  battle  of  the  Lord. 

What  is  that  in  thy  hand, 

Shamgar?    A  ploughman's  goad. 
Use  it,  and  Israel's  foes  will  flee 

Before  thee  like  a  flood. 

What  hast  thou  in  thy  hand, 
David?   A  shepherd's  sling. 

Use  it,  and  glorious  victory 
To  Israel  thou  shalt  bring. 

What  hast  thou  in  thy  hand, 

Widow?   A  pot  of  oil. 
Go  pour  it  out,  and  find  a  store 

Of  rich  and  priceless  spoil. 

What  hast  thou  in  thy  hand, 
Woman?   One  handful  more. 

Go  feed  the  prophet,  and  'twill  last 
Till  famine  days  are  o'er. 


CONSECRATION 


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What  has  thou,  little  lad? 

Some  loaves  and  fishes  small. 
Give  them  to  Him,  and  they  will  be 

Enough  for  thee  and  all. 

What  hast  thou  in  thy  hand, 
Mary?   Some  perfume  rare. 

Pour  it  upon  His  head,  'twill  flow 
In  fragrance  everywhere. 

And  Dorcas,  what  hast  thou? 

A  needle  and  some  thread. 
Give  them  to  God,  they'll  bless  the  poor 

And  bring  thee  from  the  dead. 

Wrhat  hast  thou  in  thy  hand, 
Widow  ?   Two  mites,  no  more. 

Give  them  to  God,  and  they  shall  grow 
To  be  a  mighty  store. 

What  hast  thou  in  thy  hand, 

Mother?   A  baby's  hand. 
Train  it  for  Him,  so  shall  thy  life 

Bear  fruit  in  every  land. 

What  hast  thou  in  thy  hand, 

Writer?   A  common  pen. 
Use  it  to  write  His  messages 

Upon  the  hearts  of  men. 


62  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


What  hast  thou  in  thy  hand, 
Teacher?  A  child's  young  mind. 

Teach  it  to  live  for  God  and  man, 
So  shalt  thou  bless  mankind. 

What  hast  thou  in  thy  hand, 
Toiler?   A  workman's  tool. 

Work  like  the  Carpenter,  and  find 
Thy  task  God's  training  school. 

And  sister,  what  has  thou? 

An  apron  and  a  broom. 
Do  thy  work  well ;  some  day,  perhaps 

Thou'lt  keep  His  palace  home. 

What  hast  thou  in  thy  hand, 
Preacher?  The  Word  of  God. 

Shed  forth  the  light  until  its  beams 
Shall  light  the  earth  abroad. 

What  has  thou  in  thy  hand  ? 

A  censer  filled  with  prayer. 
Send  up  the  incense  till  it  fall 

In  blessing  everywhere. 

What  hast  thou  in  thy  hand, 
Steward?  Some  precious  gold. 

Give  it  to  God,  it  will  return 
In  wealth  of  joy  untold. 


CONSECRATION 


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What  is  that  in  thy  hand, 

Sinner?   Another  day. 
Use  it  to  find  thy  God  before 

Thy  season  pass  away. 

Wait  not,  O  man,  to  find 
Some  call  to  service  grand. 

Give  back  what  God  to  thee  has  given. 
What  hast  thou  in  thy  hand  ? 


*  1  A  HERE'S  a  wide  and  open  door 

In  the  whole  wide  world  to-day; 
God  is  working  everywhere, 

Let  us  work  while  still  we  may. 
Walls  are  falling  all  around; 

God  is  marching  on  before; 
Let  us  follow  where  He  leads 
Into  every  open  door. 


THE  OPEN  DOOR 


CONFIDENCE  AND  TRUST 


BUT  GOD 

I HAVE  not  wealth  or  noble  birth, 
I  have  not  acres  broad, 
I  have  not  wisdom,  strength,  or  worth, 
But  I  have  God. 

My  life  was  once  so  stained  with  sin, 
He  cleansed  me  with  His  blood, 
And  now  it  is  not  I  that  live, 
But  in  me — God. 

Poor  sorrowing  heart,  whose  bleeding  feet 
The  thorny  path  have  trod, 
Thou  hast  no  light,  nor  hope,  nor  friend, 
But  thou  hast  God. 

Poor  sick  one,  sinking  to  the  grave 
Beneath  affliction's  rod, 
Thy  ills  no  human  hand  can  heal, 
N»  hand  but  God. 

Poor  tempted  heart,  thy  angry  foes 
Rage  'round  thee  like  a  flood; 
Their  hate  is  far  too  strong  for  thee, 
But  not  for  God. 


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CONFIDENCE  AND  TRUST 


65 


Poor  stricken  one,  thy  loved  ones  lie 
Beneath  the  grave's  cold  sod, 
Left  in  thy  loneliness  by  all, 
Yes,  all  but  God. 

Soon  must  thou  pass,  and  pass  alone 
Death's  sullen,  swollen  flood, 
All  other  friends  are  left  behind, 
All  else  but  God. 

Poor  earth-bound  soul,  whose  portion  here 
Is  but  an  earthly  clod. 
Thy  wealth  is  dross,  thy  soul  is  lost, 
Without  thy  God. 


CHRIST  IS  OUR  ANCHOR 

SOME  day  we'll  reach  the  end  of  Life's  long  voyage, 
And  at  the  harbor's  entrance  furl  our  sail ; 
Oh,  shall  we  have  an  anchor  sure  and  steadfast, 
To  hold  us  safe  at  last  within  the  veil  ? 

Some  day  we'll  cross  the  bar  of  yonder  harbor, 
And  gaze  at  last  upon  the  eternal  shore ; 
Oh,  shall  we  have  on  board  the  heavenly  Pilot, 
To  bring  us  safely  home  forevermore? 

Some  day  we'll  look  on  strange  celestial  faces, 
And  over  scenes  unknown  our  eyes  will  roam, 
Oh,  shall  we  find  our  great  Forerunner  waiting, 
To  know  and  welcome  us  to  Heaven  and  Home? 


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SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


O  RESTLESS  HEART  OF  MINE 

S~\  RESTLESS  heart  of  mine, 
>^    Wilt  thou  not  learn  at  length, 
In  quietness  and  confidence 

Shall  be  your  strength? 
Our  worries  wear  away 

The  fibers  of  the  soul, 
While  trust  and  rest  our  spirit  hold 

In  sweet  control. 

Stillness  is  strength,  the  tides 

Of  ocean  calmly  flow, 
While  petty  torrents  rage  and  fret, 

As  on  they  go. 
Quiet  my  spirit,  Lord, 

Thy  confidence  bestow ; 
So  shall  my  soul  be  still  and  strong, 

Come  weal  or  woe. 

Trusting  Thy  love  and  power, 

My  heart  can  sweetly  rest, 
Knowing  that  Thou  canst  only  send 

That  which  is  best. 
So,  restless  heart  of  mine, 

Be  still  and  learn  at  length, 
In  quietness  and  confidence 

Shall  be  thy  strength. 


CONFIDENCE  AND  TRUST 


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"IT  IS  I,  BE  NOT  AFRAID  \" 

WHEN  the  storm  was  fiercely  raging 
On  the  Lake  of  Galilee, 
And  their  helpless  bark  was  tossing 

On  the  wild,  tempestuous  sea ; 
Walking  on  the  raging  waters 
In  a  robe  of  Light  arrayed, 
Jesus  came,  oh,  hear  Him  calling — 
"It  is  I,  be  not  afraid !" 

When  the  storms  of  life  are  raging, 

And  the  night  is  long  and  drear, 
When  our  strength  is  spent  with  toiling, 

And  our  spirit  sinks  with  fear; 
Oft  again  we  see  Him  coming, 

Swiftly  hast'ning  to  our  aid; 
Often  still  we  hear  Him  calling — 

"It  is  I,  be  not  afraid !" 

When  the  night  of  death  shall  lower, 

And  the  Jordan's  surges  roll, 
When  the  hour  and  power  of  darkness 

Overwhelm  the  sinking  soul ; 
Then  above  the  raging  billows, 

And  night's  deepest,  darkest  shade, 
We  shall  hear  Him  calling  to  us — 

"It  is  I,  be  not  afraid !" 


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GOD  IS  MY  HOME 

LORD,  Thou  hast  been  our  dwelling  place 
All  thro*  the  ages  past, 
And  we  will  trust  Thy  sheltering  grace 
Long  as  our  life  shall  last. 

Weary  and  lone  my  soul  would  fly, 

E'en  as  a  bird  to  its  nest ; 
Under  Thy  feathers  sweetly  lie, 

And  on  Thy  bosom  rest. 

Covert  Thou  art  when  tempests  beat, 

Spring  in  the  desert  sand, 
Shelter  and  shadow  from  the  heat, 

Rock  in  a  weary  land. 

Fortress  when  angry  foes  assail, 

Haven  on  life's  rough  sea, 
Anchoring  place  within  the  vail, 

Where  I  so  soon  shall  be. 

Weary  and  tempest-tossed  no  more, 

All  of  my  wanderings  past, 
Doubting  and  strife  and  grief  are  o'er, 

And  I  am  home  at  last. 


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FEAR  NOT 

TT*  EAR  not,  the  Lord  is  ever  saying  to  us. 
<T     Why  should  your  heart  be  troubled  or  dismayed? 
For  I  will  strengthen,  help  thee,  and  uphold  thee; 
Let  not  your  heart  be  troubled  nor  afraid. 

Fear  not  when  guilty  fears  and  doubts  assail  you, 

For  Christ  your  sin  has  cleansed,  your  debt  has  paid, 

And  He  will  strengthen,  help  thee,  and  uphold  thee ; 
Let  not  your  heart  be  troubled  nor  afraid. 

Fear  not  when  floods  of  sorrow  roll  around  you  ; 

They  shall  not  overflow  thee,  He  hath  said, 
For  I  will  strengthen,  help  thee,  and  uphold  thee ; 

Let  not  your  heart  be  troubled  nor  afraid. 

Fear  not  when  pain  and  sickness  come  upon  you; 

His  blood  for  sickness  hath  atonement  made, 
And  He  will  strengthen,  help  thee,  and  uphold  thee ; 

Let  not  your  heart  be  troubled  nor  afraid. 

Fear  not  because  you  feel  so  weak  and  helpless ; 

On  One  that's  Mighty,  God  thy  help  hath  laid, 
He's  near  to  strengthen,  help  thee,  and  uphold  thee ; 

Let  not  your  heart  be  troubled  nor  afraid. 

Fear  not,  even  in  the  Valley  of  the  Shadow, 

For  in  life's  darkest  hour  and  Death's  deep  shade 
He  still  will  strengthen,  help  thee,  and  uphold  thee; 
,    Let  not  your  heart  be  troubled  nor  afraid. 


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EL  SHADAI 

EL  SHADAI,  Abram's  God  and  mine, 
1    The  God  that  is  enough  for  me — 
I  claim  Thee  by  that  name  divine, 
And  yield  and  trust  my  all  to  Thee! 

He  left  his  all  at  Thy  command, 
But  found  in  Thee  his  All  in  All; 

Why  should  I  cling  to  home  or  land, 
When  I  have  heard  Thy  heavenly  call  ? 

He  yielded  to  his  nephew's  choice, 
And  God  gave  back  what  he  resigned; 

So  I  can  still  in  God  rejoice, 

When  men  are  selfish  or  unkind. 

Earth's  mightiest  kings  he  dared  subdue; 

So,  more  than  conqueror  in  Thy  name, 
I  dare  to  claim  my  triumph  too, 

For  Abram's  God  is  still  the  same. 

His  age  grew  young,  his  weakness  strong, 
As  he  Thy  promise  dared  to  prove; 

So  thou  shalt  be  my  strength  and  song, 
And  in  Thy  life  I'll  live  and  move. 

At  last,  at  God's  supreme  behest, 
He  gave  his  child,  his  best  beloved; 

So  I  would  yield  to  Thee  my  best, 
And  let  my  love  be  tried  and  proved. 


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El  Shadai,  Abram's  God  and  mine, 
The  God  that  is  enough  for  me — 

Help  me  to  prove  that  name  divine, 
And  yield  and  trust  my  all  to  Thee ! 


ONLY  WAIT 

OFT  there  comes  a  gentle  whisper  o'er  me  stealing, 
When  my  trials  and  my  burdens  seem  too  great; 
Like  the  sweet-voiced  bells  of  evening  softly  pealing, 
It  is  saying  to  my  spirit — Only  wait. 

When  I  cannot  understand  my  Father's  leading, 
And  it  seems  to  be  but  hard  and  cruel  fate, 
Still  I  hear  that  gentle  whisper  ever  pleading, 
God  is  working,  God  is  faithful — Only  wait. 

When  the  promise  seems  to  linger,  long  delaying, 
And  I  tremble,  lest,  perhaps,  it  comes  too  late, 
Still  I  hear  that  soft-voiced  angel  ever  saying, 
Tho'  it  tarry,  it  is  coming — Only  wait. 

When  I  see  the  wicked  prosper  in  their  sinning, 
And  the  righteous  pressed  by  many  a  cruel  strait, 
I  remember  this  is  only  the  beginning, 
And  I  whisper  to  my  spirit — Only  wait. 


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THE  EVERLASTING  ARMS 

ART  thou  sunk  in  depths  of  sorrow- 
Where  no  arm  can  reach  so  low  ? 
There  is  One  whose  arms  almighty- 
Reach  beyond  thy  deepest  woe. 
God  th'  Eternal  is  thy  refuge, 
Let  it  still  thy  wild  alarms; 
Underneath  thy  deepest  sorrow, 
Are  the  everlasting  arms. 

Other  arms  grow  faint  and  weary, 

These  can  never  faint,  nor  fail; 
Others  reach  our  mounts  of  blessing 

These  our  lowest  loneliest  vale. 
Oh,  that  all  might  know  His  friendship ! 

Oh,  that  all  might  see  His  charms ! 
Oh,  that  all  might  have  beneath  them 

Jesus'  everlasting  arms ! 

Underneath  us,  oh,  how  easy, 

We  have  not  to  mount  on  high, 
But  to  sink  into  His  fulness, 

And  in  trustful  weakness  lie ; 
And  we  find  our  humbling  failures 

Save  us  from  the  strength  that  harms; 
We  may  fail,  but  underneath  us 

Are  the  everlasting  arms. 


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Arms  of  Jesus!  fold  me  closer 

To  Thy  strong  and  loving  breast, 
Till  my  spirit  on  Thy  bosom 

Finds  its  everlasting  rest; 
And  when  time's  last  sands  are  sinking, 

Shield  my  heart  from  all  a!arms, 
Softly  whispering,  ''Underneath  thee, 

Are  the  everlasting  arms." 


HIS  is  my  joy  and  song, 


Jesus  is  mine. 
To  Jesus  I  belong, 

And  He  is  mine. 
On  Calvary's  cruel  tree 
He  died  to  set  me  free 
And  now  He  lives  in  me, 
Jesus  is  mine. 

Tho'  I  have  gone  astray, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
He  is  my  Living  Way, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
I  am  but  worthlessness, 
He  is  my  righteousness, 
My  spotless,  glorious  dress, 

Jesus  is  mine. 


JESUS  IS  MINE 


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Where  is  there  such  a  friend? 

Jesus  is  mine. 
He  loves  me  to  the  end  ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 
My  sicknesses  He  heals, 
My  every  grief  He  feels, 
My  heart  His  Spirit  seals, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

What  tho'  there's  many  a  cross, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
All  else  I  count  but  dross, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
He  stills  my  doubts  and  fears, 
He  wipes  away  my  tears, 
And  through  eternal  years 

Jesus  is  mine. 

Whether  in  life  or  death, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Down  to  my  latest  breath, 

Jesus  is  mine; 
And  when  His  face  I  see 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be 
Through  all  eternity, 

Jesus  is  mine. 


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GOD'S  LEVITES 

1HAVE  no  portion  in  the  Land, 
Dependent  wholly  on  His  hand, 
This  is  my  heritage  so  grand, — 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance. 

I  have  no  goodness  of  my  own, 
I  draw  my  life  from  Christ  alone, 
But  I  am  partner  of  His  throne, 
For  God  is  my  inheritance. 

God  is  Himself  my  righteousness, 
Christ  robes  me  in  His  glorious  dress, 
And  all  His  fulness  I  possess, 
For  God  is  my  inheritance. 

I  ask  not  for  the  gift  of  power; 
Christ  is  Himself  my  glorious  dower 
And  works  through  me  each  day  and  hour, 
For  God  is  my  inheritance. 

My  mortal  frame  is  weak  and  fraM, 
My  flesh  and  hand  oft  faint  and  fail, 
But  through  His  strength  I  shall  prevail, 
For  God  is  my  inheritance. 


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His  risen  life  and  strength  are  mine ; 
He  turns  my  water  into  wine 
And  fills  me  with  His  life  divine, 
For  God  is  my  inheritance. 

I  may  be  poor  and  little  known, 
But  I  am  coming  to  a  throne, 
And  Christ  and  Heaven  are  all  my  own, 
For  God  is  my  inheritance. 

I  do  not  pine  for  earthly  joy, 
My  treasure  is  without  alloy, 
My  portion  nothing  can  destroy, 
For  God  is  my  inheritance. 


NOTHING  IS  TOO  HARD  FOR  JESUS 

OFT  there  comes  a  wondrous  message 
When  my  hopes  are  growing  dim; 
I  can  hear  it  through  the  darkness 
Like  some  sweet  and  far-off  hymn, — 
Nothing  is  too  hard  for  Jesus, 
No  man  can  work  like  Him. 

When  my  frame  is  worn  with  sickness, 
And  with  tears  my  eyelids  swim, 
I  can  hear  the  promise  ringing 
Like  some  sweet  and  heavenly  hymn, — 

Nothing  is  too  hard  for  Jesus, 

No  man  can  work  like  Him. 


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When  my  way  is  closed  in  darkness, 
And  my  foes  are  fierce  and  grim, 
Still  it  sings  above  the  conflict 
Like  some  glad,  victorious  hymn, — 
Nothing  is  too  hard  for  Jesus, 
No  man  can  work  like  Him. 

When  my  heart  is  crushed  with  anguish, 
And  the  waters  reach  the  brim, 
Faith  can  hear  the  mighty  chorus, 
Like  some  glorious  battle-hymn, — 
Nothing  is  too  hard  for  Jesus, 
No  man  can  work  like  Him. 

Let  us  claim  the  mighty  promise, 

Let  us  light  our  torches  dim, 

Let  us  join  the  mighty  chorus, 

Let  us  swell  the  glorious  hymn, — 
Nothing  is  too  hard  for  Jesus, 
No  man  can  work  like  Him. 


PRAYER 


KNOCKING 

UNTO  Him  that  knocketh  shall  be  opened 
All  the  gates  of  heavenly  grace  and  power; 
In  the  mighty  name  of  Jesus,  knocking, 
We  may  triumph  every  trying  hour. 

There  are  walls  of  Jericho  to  level, 

There  are  hearts  of  flint  to  melt  and  break, 

There  are  sepulchres  of  stone  to  open; 

Only  prayer  these  hearts  can  reach  and  wak& 

There  are  heavens  like  those  Elijah  opened 
As  he  prayed  of  old  on  Carmel's  hill, 

There  are  floods  of  Pentecostal  blessing 

Faith  and  prayer  may  claim  from  heaven  stilh 

Father,  teach  us  to  be  overcomers, 
Send  the  fires  of  Pentecost  once  more, 

Keep  us  knocking  in  the  name  of  Jesus 
Till  the  floods  of  grace  He  shall  outpour. 


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79 


THE  PASSION  FIRE  OF  LOVE  DIVINE 

OLOVE  that  gave  itself  for  me, 
Help  me  to  love  and  live  like  Thee, 
And  kindle  in  this  heart  of  mine 
The  passion  fire  of  love  divine. 

Set  all  my  ransomed  powers  on  fire, 
Give  me  the  love  that  naught  can  tire, 

And  kindle  in  this  heart  of  mine 
The  living  fire  of  zeal  divine. 

O  Holy  Ghost,  for  Thee  I  cry, 
Baptize  with  power  from  on  high, 

And  kindle  in  this  heart  of  mine 
The  living  fire  of  power  divine. 

Help  me  to  pray  till  all  my  soul 

Shall  move  and  bend  at  Thy  control, 

And  kindle  in  this  heart  of  mine 
The  living  fire  of  prayer  divine. 

Refrain  : 

O  Love  divine,  O  Love  divine, 

Revive  this  languid  heart  of  mine 
And  kindle  in  me  from  above 

The  living  fire  of  heavenly  love. 


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PRAYER 

T)RAYER  is  the  incense  of  a  holy  heart 

Rising  to  God  from  bruised  and  broken  things, 
When  kindled  by  the  Spirit's  burning  breath 
And  upward  borne  by  faith's  ascending  wings. 

Prayer  is  the  perfume  of  the  plants  of  grace, 
The  flowers  of  patience,  faith,  and  suffering  love; 
Treasured  in  "vials  full  of  odors  sweet," 
God  breathes  their  fragrance  in  His  courts  above. 

Prayer  is  th'  ascending  vapor  which  supplies 
The  showers  of  blessing,  and  the  stream  that  flows 
Through  earth's  dry  places,  till  on  every  side 
"The  wilderness  shall  blossom  as  the  rose." 

Prayer  is  the  heavenly  telephone  that  brings 
The  distant  near,  till  heaven  to  earth  comes  down, 
And  in  our  Father's  ear  and  heart  we  may 
Our  burdens  tell  and  all  our  sorrows  drown. 

Prayer  is  the  wireless  telegraph  that  sends 
Its  heart  throbs  on  the  ether  waves  of  heaven; 
It  finds  the  heart  of  God,  and  back  to  earth 
The  answering  thrill  to  faith  and  love  are  given. 


PRAYER 


81 


Prayer  is  the  golden  pipes  the  prophet  saw, 
Which  feed  the  lamps  of  God  with  oil  divine, 
And,  as  with  one  accord  we  wait  and  pray, 
The  Spirit  fills,  the  lamps  with  brightness  shine. 

Prayer  is  the  mightiest  force  of  earth  and  heaven, 
Prayer  is  the  very  dynamite  of  God; 
It  moves  the  hand  that  all  things  moves,  and  turns 
The  living  wheels  that  sweep  through  earth  abroad. 

Teach  us  to  pray !   Move  on  our  hearts,  O  Lord, 
Till  God's  own  passion  all  our  being  move! 
Teach  us !   Pray  in  us,  till  our  prayer  shall  be 
God  in  us  answering  to  the  God  above ! 


LEAD  ME 


EAD  me,  O  my  Saviour,  lead  me ; 
In  Thy  footsteps  let  me  tread. 


Feed  me,  O  my  Saviour,  feed  me; 
Feed  me  with  the  Living  Bread. 

Take  me,  O  my  Saviour,  take  me; 

Here  I  give  my  all  to  Thee. 
Make  me,  O  my  Saviour,  make  me 

All  that  Thou  wouldst  have  me  be. 

Love  me,  O  my  Saviour,  love  me; 

I  would  count  all  else  but  loss. 
Prove  me,  O  my  Saviour,  prove  me ; 

Burn  away  the  worthless  dross. 


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Still  me,  O  my  Saviour,  still  me; 

Let  me  know  Thy  perfect  rest. 
Fill  me  with  Thy  Spirit,  fill  me; 

Do  not  let  me  miss  God's  best. 

Bend  me,  O  my  Saviour,  bend  me; 

Make  me  plastic  in  Thy  hand. 
Send  me,  O  my  Saviour,  send  me, 

Send  me  forth  at  Thy  command. 

Use  me,  O  my  Saviour,  use  me; 

Use  my  hands,  my  feet,  my  voice. 
Choose  me,  O  my  Saviour,  choose  me; 

Let  me  have  Thy  highest  choice. 

Claim  me,  O  my  Saviour,  claim  me 
When  Thou  comest  for  Thine  own. 

Crown  me,  O  my  Saviour,  crown  me, 

With  Thy  crowned  ones  on  Thy  throne. 


SHOW  ME  THY  GLORY 

SHOW  me  Thy  glory,  Lord ;  Oh,  let  me  see, 
All  that  Thou  art,  all  that  Thou  hast  for  me, 
And  all  that  I  some  day  may  hope  to  be : 
Show  me  Thy  glory. 


PRAYER 


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Show  me  The  glory  of  my  Saviour's  face, 
Show  me  the  fulness  of  His  glorious  grace, 
And  help  me  rise  and  claim  my  destined  place, 
In  all  His  fulness. 

Show  me  the  glory  of  the  things  unseen, 
Till  earthly  things  shall  lose  their  glittering  sheen, 
And  nothing  less  can  ever  come  between 
My  heart  and  heaven. 

Oh,  rend  the  veil  of  flesh  and  put  aside 
All  things  in  me  that  could  Thy  glory  hide, 
And  in  the  Holiest  let  me,  Lord,  abide 
With  Thee  forever. 

Give  me  some  glimpses  of  the  Land  of  Light, 
Some  foretastes  of  their  rapture  and  delight 
Who  have  their  home  where  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 
And  sorrow  ended. 

Show  me  the  glorious  vision  of  the  end, 
When  heaven  shall  at  length  to  earth  descend, 
And  all  the  endless  ages  we  shall  spend 
With  Thee  in  glory. 

I  need  the  vision,  Lord ;  Oh,  let  me  see 
All  that  Thou  art,  all  that  Thou  hast  for  me, 
And  all  that  I  some  day  may  hope  to  be: 
Show  me  Thy  glory. 


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ORDINATION  HYMN 

ORDAIN  me  to  Thy  service,  Lord; 
Baptize  me  with  Thy  power  divine, 
And  help  me  for  my  future  days 
To  make  my  will  entirely  Thine. 

For  twice  a  score  of  years  Thy  hand 
Has  led  Thy  child  along  the  way; 

Oh,  how  Thy  patient  love  has  borne ! 

Oh,  how  Thy  grace  has  crowned  each  day ! 

And  if  Thy  mercy  yet  can  trust 
A  feeble  worm  to  serve  Thee  still, 

Ordain  Thy  child  anew  this  day 
To  better  know  and  do  Thy  will. 

Correct  my  thoughts  and  let  my  life 
Speak  louder  than  the  words  I  say; 

And  give  to  me  this  joy  supreme 
To  know  I  please  my  Lord  alway. 

Give  me  the  very  mind  of  Christ; 

Teach  me  to  pray  with  power  divine; 
Baptize  my  lips  with  heavenly  fire, 

And  let  my  messages  be  Thine. 


PRAYER 


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And  may  the  years  Thou  still  mayest  give 
Exalt  my  Lord  and  make  Him  known, 

Till  every  land  shall  hear  His  Word 
And  He  can  come  to  claim  His  own. 

Written  during  a  visit  to  Hamilton,  Sept 
12,  1905,  where  he  was  ordained  in  1865. 


OH,  HOW  I  LOVE  THIS  BLESSED  BOOK! 

OH,  how  I  love  this  blessed  Book! 
The  story  of  redeeming  grace, 
Love  letter  of  my  Bridegroom's  heart 
And  mirror  of  my  Saviour's  face. 

Oh,  how  I  love  this  blessed  Book! 

My  check  book  on  the  bank  above, 
Deed  of  my  heavenly  heritage 

And  dying  will  of  Him  I  love. 

Oh,  how  I  love  this  blessed  Book! 

Bright  telescope  through  which  I  view 
The  wonders  of  the  worlds  above 

And  gaze  on  glories  ever  new. 

Oh,  how  I  love  this  blessed  Book! 

My  Guide  Book  all  my  earthly  way, 
The  lamp  that  cheers  my  darkest  night, 

The  sunshine  of  my  brightest  day. 


SERVICE 


STANDING  BY  THE  STANDARD 

WE  are  called  to  represent  the  blessed  Master, 
And  be  witnesses  for  Jesus  and  His  Word ; 
What  tho'  all  the  world  betray  Him,  may  He  find  us 
Standing  by  the  standard,  standing  for  the  Lord. 

There  are  battles  that  are  won  by  standing  steadfast, 
We  must  learn  to  use  our  shield  and  wield  our  sword ; 

Where  the  fight  is  fiercest,  longest,  may  He  find  us 
Standing  by  the  standard,  standing  for  the  Lord. 

In  an  age  when  all  around  are  compromising, 
Loyal  hearts  that  stand  for  God  cannot  afford 

To  give  up  the  grand  old  Gospel,  nor  grow  weary 
Standing  by  the  standard,  standing  for  the  Lord. 

Let  us  never  be  ashamed  to  stand  for  Jesus, 

Some  glad  day  He'll  have  for  us  His  great  reward — 

Faithful  soldier,  I  have  always  found  thee  standing, 
Standing  by  the  standard,  standing  for  the  Lord. 


SERVICE 


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MORE  THAN  WE  CAN 

HOW  much  can  we  do  for  Jesus ? 
How  much  for  our  fellow  man? 
There's  a  way  to  do  more  than  we're  able ; 
With  Jesus  within  to  enable 
We  all  can  do  more  than  we  can. 

How  much  can  we  be  for  Jesus 

In  this  life  with  its  fleeting  span? 
If  Jesus  within  us  is  dwelling 
Our  life  and  our  actions  infilling, 
We  all  can  do  more  than  we  can. 

How  much  can  we  bear  for  Jesus  ? 

How  much  for  our  fellow  man? 

If  within  us  His  love  is  constraining, 
If  beneath  us  His  arms  are  sustaining, 
We  all  can  do  more  than  Ave  can. 

How  much  can  we  give  for  Jesus 

To  succor  our  fellow  man  ? 

If  within  us  His  love  is  o'erflowing, 

Our  life  will  be  ever  outgoing, 

And  we'll  try  to  do  more  than  we  can. 


88  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


TO-DAY 

WHAT  a  wonderful  day  is  to-day ! 
What  a  solemn  age  and  time ! 
Shall  we  throw  its  golden  hours  away, 
Or  make  our  lives  sublime  ? 

What  a  sorrowful  world  'tis  to-day, 
This  poor  world  of  sin  and  night ! 

Let  us  haste,  ere  its  millions  pass  away, 
To  send  the  heavenly  light. 

How  the  Master  is  working  to-day 
With  His  strong  and  mighty  hand ! 

He  has  gone  before  to  prepare  our  way 
In  every  heathen  land. 

How  the  vision  is  brightening  to-day ! 

Lo !  the  signals  on  every  side 
Are  proclaiming  that  Jesus  is  on  His  way 

To  claim  His  waiting  Bride. 

What  a  mission  we  have  to-day ! 

What  a  holy  trust  is  ours ! 
Help  us,  Lord,  to  Work  and  watch  and  pray 

With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 


SERVICE 


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READY 


S  much,  O  Lord,  as  is  in  me, 


To  live,  to  give,  to  go  for  Thee, 
Lord,  I'm  ready. 

If  called  to  go  to  distant  lands, 

I  am  ready ; 
To  Afric's  suns  or  India's  sands, 

Lord,  I'm  ready. 

To  live  my  life  as  Thou  did'st  live 

I  am  ready ; 
To  give  my  all  as  Thou  did'st  give, 

Lord,  I'm  ready. 

If  called  to  part  with  child  or  friend, 

I  am  ready ; 
And  send  them  to  earth's  farthest  end, 

Lord,  I'm  ready. 

Soon  shall  I  meet  Thee  in  the  air, 

But  I'm  ready; 
For  all  my  heart  and  hope  are  there ; 

Lord,  I'm  ready. 

And  so  as  much  as  is  in  me, 

I  am  ready; 
To  do,  to  dare,  to  die  for  Thee, 

Lord,  I'm  ready. 


I  am  ready; 


90  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


ALWAYS  AND  ALL  FOR  GOD 

O  time  for  trifling  in  this  life  of  mine  ; 
^     Not  this  the  path  the  blessed  Master  trod, 
But  strenuous  toil ;  each  hour  and  power  employed 
Always  and  all  for  God. 

With  ceaseless  blessings  from  my  Father's  hand 
My  earthly  path  is  every  moment  strawed; 
God  ever  thinks  of  me;  should  I  not  be 
Always  and  all  for  God? 

Time  swiftly  flies ;  eternity  is  near, 
And  soon  my  dust  may  lie  beneath  the  sod. 
How  dare  I  waste  my  life  or  cease  to  be 
Always  and  all  for  God! 

I  catch  the  meaning  of  this  solemn  age; 
With  life's  vast  issues  all  my  soul  is  awed. 
Life  was  not  given  for  trifling ;  it  must  be 
Always  and  all  for  God. 

I  see  the  heathen  perishing  around 
While  heaven  asks,  "Where  is  thy  brother's  blood  ?" 
How  dare  I  meet  my  Lord  if  I  am  not 
Always  and  all  for  God! 

I  hear  the  footfalls  of  God's  mighty  hosts 
Whom  God  is  sending  all  the  earth  abroad; 
Like  them  let  me  be  busy  for  His  cause, 
Always  and  all  for  God. 


SERVICE  91 

Full  soon  will  come  to  us  the  harvest  time, 
The  reaping  of  the  seed  that  here  we  strawed ; 
Oh,  then  we'll  not  regret  we  spent  earth's  spring 
Always  and  all  for  God ! 


CHRISTIAN  SOLDIER,  STAND 

STANDING  in  the  evil  day, 
Heeding  not  what  men  may  say, 
Fearing  not  the  face  of  clay, 
Christian  soldier,  stand. 

Standing  for  the  Word  of  God, 
Standing  for  the  precious  blood, 

Following  where  the  saints  have  trod, 
Christian  soldier,  stand. 

Stand  'mid  Satan's  even-  wile, 

Stand  'mid  pleasure's  wanton  smile, 

Stand  when  error  would  beguile ; 
Christian  soldier,  stand. 

Stand  till  ends  life's  little  day, 
Stand  for  Jesus,  come  what  may, 

Stand  and  fight  and  watch  and  pray; 
Christian  soldier,  stand. 


92  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


WHAT  WILL  YOU  DO  WITH  JESUS? 

TESUS  is  standing  in  Pilate's  Hall 
J    Friendless,  forsaken,  betrayed  by  all ; 
Hearken,  what  meaneth  the  sudden  call — 
What  will  you  do  with  Jesus? 

Jesus  is  standing  on  trial  still ; 
You  can  be  false  to  Him  if  you  will; 
You  can  be  faithful  through  good  or  ill — = 
What  will  you  do  with  Jesus? 

Will  you  evade  Him  as  Pilate  tried? 
Or  will  you  choose  Him  whate'er  betide? 
Vainly  you  struggle  from  Him  to  hide — • 
What  will  you  do  with  Jesus? 

Shall  you,  like  Peter,  your  Lord  deny? 
Or  shall  you  scorn  from  His  foes  to  fly? 
Daring  for  Jesus  to  live  or  die — 

What  will  you  do  with  Jesus? 

Jesus,  I  give  Thee  my  heart  to-day ; 
Jesus,  I'll  follow  Thee  all  the  way. 
Gladly  obeying  Him,  will  you  say — 
This  will  I  do  with  Jesus. 

Refrain  : 

What  will  you  do  ?  What  will  do  ? 
Neutral  you  cannot  be. 
Some  day  your  heart  will  be  asking, 
What  will  He  do  with  me? 


SERVICE 


93 


THEY  DWELT  WITH  THE  KING 

">T*HEY  dwelt  with  the  king  for  his  work," 

A     So  reads  the  sweet  story  of  old, 
For  the  king  was  a  shepherd  and  friend, 

And  his  people  the  sheep  of  his  fold. 
"They  dwelt  with  the  king  for  his  work." 

And  whatever  they  needed  to  know, 
Whether  counsel,  or  aid,  or  command, 

To  the  king  they  could  instantly  go. 

We,  too,  have  a  glorious  King; 

The  heavens,  He  says,  are  His  throne ; 
All  worlds  are  His  mighty  domain, 

All  kingdoms  His  scepter  shall  own. 
But  He  dwells  with  His  people  below, 

He  loves  in  their  trials  to  share, 
And  we  dwell  with  the  King  for  His  work, 

We  bring  Him  each  burden  and  care. 

I'm  dwelling  with  Jesus  my  King; 

I  have  found  where  He  dwells  with  His  own ; 
I  have  opened  the  door  of  my  heart; 

He  has  made  it  His  temple  and  throne. 
Like  Mary  I  sit  at  His  feet, 

Like  John  I  recline  on  His  breast, 
In  His  presence  is  fulness  of  joy, 

On  His  bosom  is  infinite  rest. 


94  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


And  I  dwell  with  the  King  for  His  work, 

I've  a  part  in  His  glorious  plan 
For  the  kingdom  of  God  on  this  earth 

And  the  help  and  salvation  of  man. 
The  world  has  its  work  and  rewards, 

I  count  them  but  folly  and  loss, 
My  business  is  only  His  work, 

My  message  is  only  His  cross. 

I  dwell  with  the  King  for  His  work, 

And  the  work,  it  is  His  and  not  mine ; 
He  plans  and  prepares  it  for  me 

And  fills  me  with  power  divine. 
So  duty  is  changed  to  delight, 

And  prayer  into  praise  as  I  sing; 
I  dwell  with  my  King  for  His  work 

And  work  in  the  strength  of  my  King. 

Shall  we  dwell  with  the  King  for  His  work 

As  we  enter  the  opening  year? 
Perhaps  ere  it  passes,  the  King 

In  His  glory  Himself  shall  appear. 
Oh,  then  in  some  closer  embrace, 

Oh,  then  in  some  nobler  employ 
We  shall  dwell  with  the  King  for  His  work 

In  endless,  ineffable  joy! 


SERVICE 


95 


LOVEST  THOU  ME? 

LOVEST  thou  Me?"  the  Lord  is  asking, 
As  once  He  asked  in  Galilee ; 
He  knows  our  hearts  before  we  answer, 

But  still  He  asketh,  "Lovest  thou  Me?" 
Oh,  can  we  say  with  contrite  Peter, 
Despite  his  sad  and  shameful  fall, 
"Thou  know'st  my  heart,  Thou  know'st  I  love  Thee, 
Thou  know'st  I  love  Thee  more  than  all." 

The  Master  knew  his  base  denial, 

His  braggart  boast,  his  fearful  fall, 
But  still  He  knew  one  tear  of  sorrow, 

One  throb  of  love  was  more  than  all. 
It  is  not  what  we  do  that  damns  us, 

But  what  we're  not,  and  what  we  are ; 
God  pardons  sin,  but  heaven's  portals 

To  selfish  souls  the  angels  bar. 

"Lovest  thou  Me?"  the  Lord  is  asking, 

And  He  who  asks  has  loved  us  well; 
How  well,  how  much  His  love  has  cost  Him 

The  Garden  and  the  Cross  must  tell. 
And  shall  we  give  Him  love  less  costly? 

Can  that  be  love  which  knows  no  cross? 
The  passion  flame  of  Calvary's  sorrow 

Makes  all  things  seem  but  worthless  dross. 


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"Lovest  thou  Me?"  the  Lord  is  asking. 

How  shall  we  show  how  much  we  love? 
How  can  we  live  our  love  for  Jesus, 

And  by  our  works  our  words  approve? 
"Go  feed  My  lambs  that  pine  and  perish, 

Shepherd  and  fold  My  feeble  sheep, 
Strengthen  the  weak,  bring  back  the  lost  ones, 

And  watch  and  guard  while  others  sleep." 

The  poor,  the  sick,  the  weak,  the  tempted, 

And  even  the  souls  that  try  us  so, 
Are  but  His  messengers,  commissioned 

To  claim  for  Him  the  debt  we  owe. 
In  all  who  test  our  love  and  patience 

The  Master  only  let  us  see; 
Some  day  He'll  say,  "To  them  ye  did  it; 

Ye  also  did  it  unto  Me." 

"Lovest  thou  Me  ?"  the  Lord  is  looking 

Out  on  the  mountains  dark  and  cold; 
"Go  seek  My  other  sheep,"  He  bids  us, 

"The  sheep  that  are  not  of  this  fold, 
My  poor  lost  sheep,  My  lambs  that  perish ; 

I  died  for  them  as  well  as  thee ; 
And  what  you  do  to  seek  and  save  them, 

I  count  it  all  as  done  to  Me." 

Some  day  He'll  say,  "I  once  was  hungry, 
Ye  fed  Me  from  your  scanty  store; 

I  once  was  naked,  outcast,  friendless, 
Ye  clothed  Me,  helped  Me,  o'er  and  o'er. 


SERVICE 


97 


What  though  ye  little  dreamed  the  suppliant 
Was  I,  your  Saviour  and  your  Lord, 

Come  now,  ye  blessed  of  My  Father, 
I  come  to  bring  you  great  reward" 


WHEN  THE  TASKS  OF  LIFE  ARE  ENDED 

WHEN  the  tasks  of  life  are  ended 
And  the  battle  won  at  last, 
We  shall  rest  a  little  season 

Till  the  course  of  Time  is  past. 
Then  will  come  at  length  the  crowning 

Of  the  victors  in  the  fight, 
And,  methinks,  our  earthly  trials 
Will  indeed  seem  strangely  light. 

There  shall  be  no  night  nor  darkness 

In  that  bright  eternal  day; 
Death  and  pain  and  sin  shall  vanish 

And  the  tears  be  wiped  away. 
And  the  loved  ones  long  since  parted 

Shall  be  there  to  part  no  more ; 
Nor  shall  aught  that  grieved  and  pained  us 

Ever  reach  that  happy  shore. 

There'll  be  diadems  of  glory, 

There'll  be  thrones  of  boundless  sway; 
There'll  be  palaces  of  splendor, 

There'll  be  robes  of  bright  array. 


98  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


Oh !  how  poor  will  seem  earth's  glories, 
And  how  cheap  her  wealth  and  fame 

When  the  heavens  shall  hail  our  triumph, 
And  the  Lamb  confess  our  name. 

We  shall  have  the  stars  for  empires, 

We  shall  shine  forth  as  the  sun ; 
We  shall  share  the  royal  sceptre  N 

Of  the  great  and  mighty  One. 
We  shall  scale  the  heights  of  wisdom, 

We  shall  know  as  we  are  known, 
We  shall  bear  the  Master's  image 

And  be  with  Him  on  His  Throne. 

But  a  joy  yet  more  transcendent 

To  the  hearts  that  beat  so  high 
Is  the  service  that  awaits  us 

In  the  Land  beyond  the  sky. 
We  shall  work  with  powers  unbounded, 

God  will  clothe  us  with  His  might; 
We  shall  finish  all  life's  problems 

With  a  new  and  strange  delight. 

We  may  speed  o'er  all  creation 

As  the  swift  light  sweeps  afar; 
We  may  bear  some  glorious  message 

Unto  every  distant  star. 
We  may  tell  to  wondering  myriads 

How  the  Master  died  for  men, 
Till  creation's  farthest  confines 

Echo  back  the  loud  Amen. 


SERVICE 


99 


This  is  but  our  nature's  childhood, 

We  shall  reach  our  manhood  then; 
'Prentice  work  we're  slowly  learning, 

Bye  and  bye  we'll  work  as  men. 
We  are  heirs  of  all  the  ages, 

We  are  children  of  the  light. 
How  we'll  wish  we'd  lived  more  like  it 

When  our  faith  is  lost  in  sight ! 


THE  NAME  OF  JESUS 

GLORY  TO  THE  NAME  OF  JESUS! 

GLORY  to  the  Name  of  Jesus ! 
Once  it  stood  for  sin  and  shame; 
Now  the  songs  of  earth  and  heaven 
Join  to  bless  that  glorious  Name. 

Pardon  through  the  Name  of  Jesus! 

Free  from  guilt,  and  fault,  and  blame, 
We  may  stand  beloved,  accepted 

As  we  come  in  Jesus'  Name. 

Victory  through  the  Name  of  Jesus ! 

Once  for  us  He  overcame, 
And  we  conquer  sin  and  Satan 

Only  in  our  Captain's  Name. 

Power  through  the  Name  of  Jesus ! 

All  His  power  our  faith  may  claim. 
God  will  work  His  wonders  through  us 

When  we  use  that  mighty  Name. 

Healing  in  the  Name  of  Jesus ! 

How  it  thrills  our  suffering  frame 
When  we  learn  to  take  from  Jesus 

Life  and  healing  in  His  Name. 

100  j 


THE  NAME  OF  JESUS  101 


Tell  abroad  the  Name  of  Jesus; 

'Round  the  world  His  love  proclaim 
Till  earth's  saved  and  ransomed  millions 

Join  to  praise  the  Saviour's  Name. 

Glory  to  the  Name  of  Jesus ! 

Once  it  stood  for  sin  and  shame. 
Now  let  all  in  earth  and  heaven 

Join  to  bless  His  glorious  Name ! 


THE  POWER  OF  HIS  NAME 

OH,  the  precious  Name  of  Jesus ! 
Oh,  the  debt  of  love  we  owe! 
It  has  brought  us  all  we  value, 

Heaven  above  and  peace  below. 
And  'twould  heal  earth's  every  sorrow, 

Cure  the  curse,  and  sin,  and  shame, 
Could  earth's  wretched  millions  only 
Know  the  power  of  Jesus'  Name. 


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102  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


THE  SAVIOUR'S  CHARM 

THERE  are  faces  here  that  are  strangely  fair, 
There  are  hearts  that  glow  with  love, 
But  I  know  a  face  that  is  fairer  far, 
And  a  Friend  all  friends  above. 

He  is  fairer  far  than  the  sons  of  men, 

His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow, 
His  smile  is  the  light  of  heaven  above 

And  the  joy  of  saints  below. 

When  He  lived  on  earth  as  the  Holy  Child, 

He  had  favor  with  God  and  men, 
The  sad  were  cheered,  the  lost  were  saved, 

And  the  sick  made  whole  again. 

When  He  comes  to  dwell  in  a  human  heart, 

'Tis  the  dawn  of  a  heavenly  day ; 
The  earth  will  sing  when  He  comes  again, 

And  the  shadows  flee  away. 

Let  my  soul  be  filled  with  Thy  light,  dear  Lord, 

My  life  with  Thy  beauty  shine, 
So  that  men  will  long  for  Thy  friendship  too 

As  they  see  Thy  face  in  mine. 


THE  NAME  OF  JESUS 


103 


I  HAVE  SEEN  JESUS 

I HAVE  seen  Jesus,  and  my  wants  are  all  supplied ; 
I  have  seen  Jesus,  and  I'm  dead  to  all  beside ; 
I  have  seen  Jesus,  and  my  heart  is  satisfied, 
Satisfied  with  Jesus. 

I  have  seen  Jesus,  and  His  blood  has  cleansed  my  soul ; 
I  have  seen  Jesus,  and  His  touch  has  made  me  whole  ; 
I  have  seen  Jesus,  and  my  cares  on  Him  I  roll, 
Roll  them  all  on  Jesus. 

I  have  seen  Jesus,  and  henceforth  I'm  not  my  own ; 
I  have  seen  Jesus,  and  He  holds  my  heart's  high  throne ; 
I  have  seen  Jesus,  and  I  live  for  Him  alone, 
Jesus,  only  Jesus ! 

I  have  seen  Jesus,  and  my  sorrows  all  are  o'er ; 
I  have  seen  Jesus,  and  tho'  tempests  'round  me  roar, 
Anchored  to  Jesus,  I  am  safe  forevermore 
In  the  arms  of  Jesus. 

I  have  seen  Jesus,  and  I  long  for  Him  to  come ; 
I  have  seen  Jesus,  and  tho'  still  on  earth  I  roam, 
Jesus  is  coming,  coming  soon  to  take  me  home, 
Home  to  be  with  Jesus ! 


MISSIONS 


THE  GOSPEL  OF  THE  KINGDOM. 

THE  Gospel  of  the  Kingdom, 
The  Master  bade  us  send 
Through  all  the  world  in  witness, 
And  then  shall  come  the  end. 
They  may  not  all  receive  it, 

But  we  must  let  them  know; 
Our  call  is  but  to  witness, 
Our  mission  but  to  go. 

The  Lord  has  gone  before  us 

With  strong  and  mighty  hand, 
The  doors  are  wide  and  open, 

In  every  heathen  land; 
The  latter  rain  is  falling, 

The  floods  begin  to  flow, 
But  still  the  Lord  is  waiting, 

And  calling,  "Who  will  go  ?" 

Lord,  wake  us  from  our  dreaming! 

Help  us  to  go  or  send 
The  gospel  as  a  witness  • 

To  earth's  remotest  end;  1 
Make  it  our  one  great  business 

Thy  coming  back  to  bring, 
That  we  with  joy  may  meet  Thee, 

Our  Bridegroom  and  our  King. 


MISSIONS 


105 


MY  TRUST 

LORD,  Thou  hast  given  to  me  a  trust, 
A  high  and  holy  dispensation, 
To  tell  the  world,  and  tell  I  must, 

The  story  of  Thy  great  salvation. 
Thou  might' st  have  sent  from  heav'n  above 

Angelic  hosts  to  tell  the  story, 
But  in  Thy  condescending  love, 
On  men  Thou  hast  conferred  the  glory. 

Refrain  : 

Let  me  be  faithful  to  my  trust, 

Telling  the  world  the  story; 
Press  on  my  heart  the  woe ; 

Put  in  my  feet  the  go ; 
Let  me  be  faithful  to  my  trust, 

And  use  me  for  Thy  glory. 

Thou  hast  commanded  us  to  go, 

Oh,  never  let  our  hearts  betray  Thee; 
And  thou  hast  left  an  awful  woe, 

On  all  who  lightly  disobey  Thee. 
Oh,  let  us  feel  and  fear  that  woe, 

As  we  would  guard  our  own  salvation, 
And  let  us  answer  to  that  "go" 

As  witnesses  in  every  nation. 


106  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


We  all  are  debtors  to  our  race  ; 

God  holds  us  bound  to  one  another; 
The  gifts  and  blessings  of  His  grace 

Were  given  thee  to  give  thy  brother. 
We  owe  to  every  child  of  sin 

One  chance>  at  least,  for  hope  of  heaven. 
Oh,  by  the  love  that  brought  us  in, 

Let  help  and  hope  to  them  be  given ! 


THE  LORD  OF  THE  HARVEST 

HEAR  ye  the  cry  of  the  Lord  of  the  harvest, 
Calling  for  laborers  true. 
White  are  the  fields,  and  the  harvest  is  plenteous ; 
Why  are  the  laborers  so  few? 

Lift  up  your  eyes  on  the  stricken  nations 

Dying  in  thousands  each  year. 
Think  of  the  loved  ones  that  toil  in  the  darkness ; 

Pray  for  the  laborers,  oh,  pray! 

E'en  as  the  torrents  that  burst  from  the  mountains, 

Flooding  the  valley  and  plain, 
Thrust  forth  the  laborers  and  rouse  us  to  send  them, 

Come  and  revive  us  again. 


MISSIONS 


107 


JERUSALEM 


JERUSALEM!  Jerusalem! 
To  me  forever  dear! 
My  very  heart  doth  melt  with  love 

When  thy  sweet  name  I  hear. 
I  love  thy  very  walls  and  towers, 

That  many  a  tale  could  tell ; 
I  love  thy  valleys  and  thy  hills ; 
I  love,  I  love  thee  well. 


But  most  of  all,  I  love  thee  well 

Because  the  Son  of  God 
So  oft  o'er  all  these  sacred  scenes 

With  holy  footsteps  trod. 
The  halo  of  His  presence  still 

Seems  lingering  all  around, 
And  every  spot  my  footsteps  tread, 

Is  sacred,  hallowed  ground. 

But  one  sweet  spot  is  dearer  far 

Than  all  the  rest  to  me ; 
A  low  green  hill  hard  by  thy  walls, 

The  place  called  Calvary. 
Nay,  there's  another  spot  I  hold 

With  love  that's  fonder  yet, 
Where  last  His  blessed  footsteps  trod,— 

The  Mount  of  Olivet. 


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Methinks  the  very  smile  of  heaven 

Is  ever  lingering  here; 
Methinks  the  very  angel  hosts 

Are  ever  hovering  near. 
I  sat  upon  that  mountain  side 

O'erlooking  Bethany, 
And  never  shall  my  heart  forget 

What  Jesus  said  to  me. 

It  was  not  words,  it  was  not  thoughts, 

'Twas  just  a  breath  of  love; 
But  something  to  my  heart  it  meant, 

All  thoughts  and  words  above. 
Yet  this  I  know  that  message  meant — 

That  soon  He'll  come  again — 
Oh,  blessed  hope !   Our  glorious  King 

Will  soon  begin  His  reign ! 

Jerusalem !   Jerusalem ! 

Forever  dear  to  me ! 
While  life  and  love  and  God  shall  live, 

I  will  remember  thee! 

Written  in  Jerusalem, 
February,  1894. 


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INDIA  FOR  JESUS 

INDIA  for  Jesus  and  Jesus  for  India ! 
This  is  the  message  we  bear. 
India  for  Jesus  and  Jesus  for  India ! 

This  is  our  watchword  and  prayer. 
Over  the  Ghauts  and  the  hills  of  Sappura, 

Over  the  plains  of  Berar, 
Over  the  beautiful  valleys  of  Krishna, 
Echo  the  chorus  afar! 

Sing,  till  the  voices  of  Hindu  and  Moslem 

Blend  in  the  glorious  strain! 
Sing,  till  the  notes  of  the  Brahmin  and  Sweeper 

Join  in  the  mighty  refrain ! 
Sing  it  in  Telugu,  Urdu,  Marathi ; 

Over  the  land  let  it  ring; 
Teach  them  in  Tamil,  Gujarati,  and  Hindi 

India  for  Jesus  to  sing. 

India  for  Jesus  and  Jesus  for  India ! 

Over  our  land  let  it  ring, 
Calling  the  Church  to  her  glorious  mission, 

India  to  Jesus  to  bring; 
Bidding  the  lingering  heralds  of  mercy 

Fly  with  the  Gospel  abroad, 
Till  from  her  hilltops  the  watchmen  shall  answer, 

"India  has  turned  unto  God !" 


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India  for  Jesus  and  Jesus  for  India! 

Master,  the  work  must  be  Thine; 
Thine  is  the  power,  and  Thine  is  the  promise; 

Send  us  the  baptism  divine. 
And,  as  the  Monsoons  sweep  over  the  mountains, 

Watering  each  valley  and  plain, 
So  may  the  Spirit,  in  showers  of  blessing, 

Come  with  abundance  of  rain. 


An  African  Incident. 

"VOU  tell  me  of  a  Land  of  Light 


«■»     Where  weary  spirits  find  repose, 
But  all  around  is  death  and  night, 

From  weary  dawn  to  evening's  close. 
You  tell  me  of  a  King  of  Love 

Whose  hands  receive  our  parting  breath, 
But  I  have  no  such  Friend  above 
To  take  away  the  sting  of  death. 

"Life  is  one  living  agony, 

And  death  a  deeper,  darker  night; 
Oh,  can  there  be  for  such  as  we 

A  King  of  Love,  a  Land  of  Light?" 
"Yes,  weary  children  of  the  night 

We  bring  you  words  of  hope  and  love ; 
There  is  for  you  a  Land  of  Light  ; 

There  is  for  you  a  King  of  Love. 


THE  LAND  OF  LIGHT 


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"To  you,  so  sinful  and  so  sad, 

Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  we  bring; 
Rejoice,  and  be  exceeding  glad, 

And  hail  your  Saviour  and  your  King. 
Tis  this  that  makes  us  glad  to  go 

From  home,  and  friends,  and  prospects  bright, 
To  give  to  those  who  do  not  know 

Our  King  of  Love,  our  Land  of  Light.', 

O  ye,  the  children  of  the  Light, 

In  happy  homes  and  Christian  lands, 
Could  you  but  see  their  dreadful  night, 

How  soon  you'd  fly  to  loose  their  bands! 
How  can  you  bear  to  hear  their  cry 

And  never  tell  them  of  your  God? 
How  dare  you  meet  that  God  on  high 

And  have  Him  charge  you  with  their  blood? 


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BEAUTIFUL  JAPAN ! 

OFF  the  coast  of  Asia,  'mid  the  mighty  ocean, 
Lies  an  island  empire,  strangely  fair  and  bright ; 
Ere  the  morning  sunbeams  touch  the  Asian  headlands, 
All  her  isles  are  glowing  in  the  dawning  light. 
"Kingdom  of  the  Sunrise,"  well  her  children  call  her, 
For  'mid  Asian  nations  she  is  in  the  van ; 
First  to  catch  the  radiance  of  a  brighter  Sunrise, 
Islands  of  the  Morning,  Beautiful  Japan! 

Like  a  youthful  giant  she  is  leaping  onward, 
Gathering  up  the  spoils  of  every  age  and  clime ; 
Kindling  with  a  vision  of  a  grander  future, 
She  would  fain  outspeed  the  very  march  of  time. 
But  her  boasted  progress  and  her  brightest  culture 
Only  can  exalt  the  pride  and  power  of  man; 
What  she  needs  is  Jesus  and  His  glorious  gospel. 
Only  Christ  can  save  thee,  Beautiful  Japan! 

Land  of  wondrous  beauty,  what  a  charm  there  lingers 
Over  every  landscape,  every  flower  and  tree ! 
But  a  brighter  glory  waits  to  break  upon  thee 
Than  thy  cloud-capped  mountain  or  thy  inland  sea. 
'Tis  the  Father's  glory  in  the  face  of  Jesus, 
'Tis  the  blessed  story  of  redeeming  love. 
Wake  to  meet  the  dawning  of  the  heavenly  Sunrise  1 
Rise  to  hail  the  glory  shining  from  above! 


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At  the  gates  of  Asia,  foremost  of  her  nations, 
God  has  set  her  people  in  His  wondrous  plan ; 
China's  teeming  myriads,  and  Korea's  millions 
Wait  for  her  to  lead  them  to  the  Son  of  man. 
Rise  to  meet  thy  mission !   Haste  to  claim  thy  calling ! 
'Mid  millennial  nations  leading  on  the  van, 
First  to  catch  the  Sunrise  of  the  Coming  Kingdom, 
Islands  of  the  Morning,  Beautiful  Japan! 


WON'T  YOU  WIPE  MY  TEARS? 

WON'T  you  wipe  my  tears?"  said  a  dying  child, 
As  she  lay  on  her  bed  of  pain, 
For  the  scalding  tears  o'er  her  bleeding  face 

Ran  down  like  the  drops  of  rain. 
She  had  ever  known  what  it  was  to  weep 

Since  her  childhood's  earliest  years, 
Till  her  lips  had  got  used  to  the  pitiful  prayer, 
" Won't  you  wipe  my  scalding  tears?" 

"Won't  you  wipe  my  tears  ?"  was  her  constant  cry, 

As  they  poured  down  her  blistered  face ; 
While  the  more  she  struggled  to  keep  them  back, 

The  more  they  would  flow  apace. 
And  the  little  life  was  a  living  death 

With  its  weight  of  grief  and  fears, 
Till  it  breathed  itself  out  with  the  pitiful  cry, 

"Won't  you  wipe  my  scalding  tears  ?" 


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"Won't  you  wipe  my  tears  ?"   'Tis  the  bitter  cry 

That  is  echoing  o'er  and  o'er, 
From  the  sin  and  shame  of  our  city  slums, 

And  from  each  dark  heathen  shore. 
Shall  it  call  in  vain  to  our  selfish  hearts? 

Shall  we  shut  our  selfish  ears 
To  the  pitiful  wail  of  the  weeping  world 

As  it  cries,  "Won't  you  wipe  my  tears?" 

There  is  only  One  Who  can  wipe  their  tears, 

Only  One  Who  can  help  and  save. 
Shall  we  dare  to  hoard  up  the  Bread  of  Life 

While  they  sink  to  a  hopeless  grave? 
Let  us  haste  to  give  them  the  Blessed  Hope 

That  has  healed  our  grief  and  fears, 
Till  this  sorrowing  world  shall  be  brought  to  Him 

Who  has  wiped  away  our  tears. 


THE  LORD'S  COMING 


SOUND  THE  ALARM ! 

SOUND  the  alarm  through  the  earth  and  the  heavens ! 
Summon  the  slumbering  world  to  attend! 
Jesus  is  coming !  the  hour  is  impending ! 
Sound  the  alarm  to  earth's  uttermost  end ! 

Sound  the  alarm  in  the  ears  of  the  sinner ! 
Haste,  ere  the  time  of  probation  be  past ! 
Now  is  the  day  of  salvation,  improve  it ; 
Mercy  long  lingers,  but  doom  comes  at  last. 

Sound  the  alarm  to  the  slumbering  Christian ! 

Are  you  prepared  should  the  Bridegroom  appear, 

Oil  in  your  vessels,  your  lamps  trimmed  and  burning? 

Brother,  be  ready,  the  Master  is  near. 

Sound  the  alarm  to  the  millions  that  wander 
Out  in  the  darkness  of  heathendom's  night ! 
Tell  them  the  King  of  all  kingdoms  is  coming; 
Tell  them  of  Jesus,  and  send  them  the  light. 

Sound  the  alarm  to  the  scoffers  and  worldlings ! 
Long  have  ye  mocked  at  His  grace  and  His  word. 
"Look,  ye  despisers,  and  wonder,  and  perish," 
Where  shall  you  hide  in  the  day  of  the  Lord? 

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COMING  AGAIN 

OWORD  of  hope  and  holy  fear! 
O  solace  sweet  for  grief  and  pain ! 
O  saint,  rejoice!   O  sinner,  hear! 
The  Lord  will  come  to  earth  again! 

O  word  that  bids  us  watch  and  pray, — 
The  Lord  will  come,  we  know  not  when, 
But  this  we  know,  some  glorious  day 

The  Lord  will  come  to  earth  again. 

O  balm  for  every  broken  heart, 
For  all  our  parting  and  our  pain; 
Some  day  we'll  meet,  no  more  to  part, 

The  Lord  will  come  to  earth  again! 

O  word  that  makes  us  swift  and  bold 
To  tell  His  love  to  sinful  men ! 
For  when  the  story  has  been  told, 

The  Lord  will  come  to  earth  again. 

O  word  of  joy,  all  joy  above- 
Repeat  again  the  glad  refrain — 
We  soon  shall  be  with  Him  we  love; 

The  Lord  will  come  to  earth  again ! 


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A  SOUND  IN  THE  MULBERRY  TREES 


THERE'S  a  solemn  sound  in  the  rustling  breeze 
That  is  more  than  the  whispering  zephyr's  sigh ; 
There's  a  sound  in  the  tops  of  the  mulberry  trees 
That  tells  that  the  heavenly  hosts  are  nigh. 

There's  "a  sound  of  a  going"  upon  the  air, 

For  the  Lord  is  marching  on  before, 
And  the  angel  hosts  of  the  sky  are  there 

As  they  fought  for  men  in  the  days  of  yore. 

There's  a  shout  of  the  right  against  the  wrong; 

There's  a  groan  from  the  whole  creation  round ; 
There's  a  cry  from  the  martyrs,  "Lord,  how  long?" 

And  the  heavens  are  echoing  back  the  sound. 

And  the  Ancient  of  Days  is  on  His  way, 
For  the  hour  of  His  judgment  is  at  hand, 

And  the  shaking  of  heaven  and  earth  to-day 
Is  troubling  every  wondering  land. 

Let  us  catch  the  signal  from  the  skies, 

And  stir  ourselves  to  follow  on  ; 
Let  the  soldiers  of  the  Lord  arise 

And  claim  the  victory  He  hath  won. 

We  are  going  forth  to  a  strenuous  fight, 
To  a  field  of  blood,  and  fire,  and  sword, 

To  the  scenes  of  sin  and  the  slums  of  night, 
To  the  last  dread  battle  of  the  Lord. 


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YET  A  LITTLE  WHILE 

YET  a  little,  such  a  little,  little  while, 
And  the  Coming  One  will  come  for  Whom  we  wait. 
Though  He  tarry,  He  is  coming  as  He  said, 
And  He  will  not  wait  too  long  nor  come  too  late. 

Yet  a  little,  such  a  little,  little  while, 

And  we'll  cease  to  sin  or  suffer  here  below ; 

Pain  and  sickness,  death  and  sorrow  pass  away, 
Never  more  a  doubt,  or  fear,  or  grief  to  know. 

Just  a  little,  such  a  little,  little  while, 

And  we'll  meet  again  our  loved  ones  gone  before ; 
Just  a  little,  such  a  little,  little  while, 

And  we'll  see  and  be  with  Jesus  evermore. 

Just  a  little,  such  a  little,  little  while, 

And  oppression,  crime,  and  selfishness  shall  cease; 
All  the  wrongs  of  earth  be  righted  at  the  last, 

And  this  earth  become  a  heaven  of  love  and  peace. 

Though  our  hearts  are  often  weary  as  we  wait, 
Still  we  know  that  Day  of  Days  is  drawing  near; 

Just  a  little,  such  a  little,  little  while, 

And  our  loved  and  longed-for  Bridegroom  shall  be 
here. 


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HOW  LONG? 

THERE'S  a  cry  from  the  heavenly  temple, 
Mid  the  hush  of  the  seraphim's  song, 
From  the  martyrs  under  the  altar 

"How  long,  O  Lord,  how  long?" 
And  lo,  as  it  reaches  the  Father, 

With  its  burden  of  sorrow  and  wrong, 
He  turns  to  His  people  and  asks  us 
"How  long,  My  Church,  how  long?" 

There's  a  cry  from  the  whole  creation, 

With  the  pain  of  its  pitiful  wrong 
As  it  waits  for  the  great  Redemption, 

And  seems  to  moan — "How  long?" 
There's  a  cry  from  our  loved  and  lost  ones, 

With  a  longing  so  deep  and  strong 
For  the  day  when  we'll  meet  them  yonder, 

And  still  they  cry— How  long?" 

There's  a  cry  from  the  perishing  heathen 

Enslaved  by  sin's  fetters  so  strong. 
How  long  must  the  heavens  still  hear  it 

That  bitter  cry—  How  long?" 
There  a  cry  from  the  waiting  Master 

As  He  longs  to  begin  His  reign, 
How  long  shall  we  keep  Him  waiting 

To  come  to  His  own  again  ? 


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WHO  ARE  THESE  IN  BRIGHT  ARRAY? 

FAIR  is  the  tale  that  our  parents  in  Eden, 
Ere  they  had  tasted  the  poison  of  sin, 
Wore  but  the  light  for  their  glorious  garment, 
Robed  in  the  radiance  that  shone  from  within. 

But  when  they  fell,  and  the  glory  had  vanished, 
Naked  and  stripped  they  were  filled  with  dismay, 

For  they  had  lost  the  Shekinah  within  them, 
And  their  bright  raiment  had  faded  away. 

So  we  are  told  that  with  light  as  a  garment 
God  is  arrayed  in  His  glory  so  bright ; 

And  on  the  mountain  transfigured  before  them 
Jesus  was  robed  in  the  garments  of  light. 

So  we  shall  one  day  be  robed  with  the  rainbow, 
Clothed  with  the  clouds  of  the  sunset  so  bright, 

Fair  as  the  flowers  that  garland  the  spring-time, 
Bright  as  the  stars  that  illumine  the  night. 

Why  should  we  struggle  for  beauty  and  fashion? 

Soon  we'll  be  clothed  in  His  beauty  Divine. 
Let  it  be  ours  to  be  filled  with  His  Presence, 

And  through  the  temple  His  glory  shall  shine. 


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THE  SUN  OF  RIGHTEOUSNESS 

OVER  the  night  that  so  darkly  was  falling, 
Malachi  looks  to  the  morning  and  sings, 
Sings  of  the  sunrise  that  soon  will  be  breaking, 
Breaking  with  healing  and  joy  on  its  wings. 

Oh,  what  a  sunrise  that  morning  hath  brought  us ! 

Oh,  what  a  glory  on  earth  it  has  shed ! 
Bringing  salvation  and  healing  and  gladness, 

Light  for  our  darkness,  and  life  from  the  dead. 

There  is  a  dawn  and  a  sunrise  more  glorious, 
Which  the  appearing  of  Jesus  will  bring; 

Loosed  from  the  fetters  of  earth's  dreary  winter 
We  shall  go  forth  like  the  calves  of  the  spring. 

Over  forever  our  darkness  and  dying, 
Over  forever  our  sickness  and  pain; 

Never  to  feel  the  fierce  breath  of  temptation, 
Never  to  sin  or  to  sorrow  again. 

Oh,  what  a  morning,  no  sunset  shall  darken! 

Oh,  what  a  spring  where  no  tempest  shall  blow ! 
Oh,  what  a  home  with  no  parting  or  weeping ! 

Oh,  what  a  world  which  no  evil  shall  know ! 

Woe  for  the  day  that  shall  burn  as  an  oven ! 

Woe  for  the  chaff  that  the  flame  shall  consume ! 
Oh,  for  the  fire  that  will  cleanse  us  and  save  us 

From  that  dread  day  of  destruction  and  doom  ! 


SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


THY  KINGDOM  COME 

O CHRIST  my  Lord  and  King, 
This  is  the  prayer  I  bring, 
This  is  the  song  I  sing, 
Thy  kingdom  come. 

Help  me  to  work  and  pray, 
Help  me  to  live  each  day, 

That  all  I  do  may  say, 
Thy  kingdom  come. 

Upon  my  heart's  high  throne 
Rule  Thou,  and  Thou  alone; 

Let  me  be  all  Thine  own ; 
Thy  kingdom  come. 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Wherever,  man  has  trod, 

Send  forth  Thy  word,  O  God; 
Thy  kingdom  come. 

Soon  may  our  King  appear, 
Haste,  bright  Millennial  Year; 

We  live  to  bring  it  near ; 
Thy  kingdom  come. 


THE  LORD'S  COMING 


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LOOKING  FOR  AND  HASTING  FORWARD 

WE  are  looking  for  the  Coming  of  the  Master, 
We  are  hasting  on  the  glorious  day ; 
So  the  Bride  should  watch  and  wait  for  His  appearing, 

So  the  Church  should  watch,  and  work,  and  pray. 
We  may  hasten  on  the  Coming  of  the  Master, 

We  may  speed  along  the  lingering  years, 
We  may  send  abroad  the  blessed  proclamation 
And  prepare  the  way  ere  He  appears. 

We  are  longing  for  the  Coming  of  the  Master; 

It  will  bring  us  all  we  hold  most  dear. 
Oh,  to  have  the  Lamb  to  dwell  among  us  ever, 

And  our  long  lost  loved  ones  with  us  there ! 
All  the  wrongs  of  time  at  last  shall  then  be  righted, 

Earth  shall  be  a  Paradise  again; 
Sin  and  sickness,  death  and  sorrow  shall  be  ended, 

Righteousness  and  peace  and  love  shall  reign. 

Let  us  hasten  on  the  Coming  of  the  Master; 

Let  us  shorten  days  that  linger  still ; 
Time  is  counted  yonder  not  alone  by  numbers, 

Rather  by  conditions  we  fulfil. 
If  we  bring  the  other  wandering  sheep  to  Jesus, 

If  we  send  the  witness  everywhere, 
We  may  hasten  His  long  looked  for  Coming, 

And  His  glorious  Advent  may  prepare. 


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Is  there  some  one  in  your  earthly  home  and  household 

Who  should  not  be  absent  in  that  day? 
Is  there  something  in  your  heart,  or  plans,  or  business 

That  would  from  His  presence  hide  away? 
Is  there  something  more  that  you  should  do  for  Jesus, 

Something  that  would  help  to  make  Him  King  ? 
Help  us,  Lord,  to  use  and  trim  our  lanterns, 

And  Thy  blessed  Coming  haste  to  bring. 


THE  air  is  full  of  party  strife, 
And  ever  loud  and  long, 
Each  faction  has  some  new  device, 

To  remedy  the  wrong. 
From  age  to  age  men  vainly  try 
Earth's  Golden  Age  to  bring 
But  tell  me  why  there's  nothing  said 
Of  bringing  back  the  King? 


BRINGING  BACK  THE  KING 


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ZION'S  AWAKENING 

AWAKE,  Awake,  O  Zion! 
•  Arise,  Jerusalem! 
Shake  off  thy  chains,  thy  sackcloth, 

Put  on  thy  diadem! 
Thy  night  is  almost  over, 

Thy  morning  draweth  near, 
Thy  day  of  promise  hasteth 
Thy  King  will  soon  appear. 

Long  hath  thy  midnight  lasted, 

Hard  hath  thy  bondage  been, 
Cruel  the  shame  and  sorrow 

Thy  weeping  eyes  have  seen. 
Lift  up  thine  eyes,  O  Israel, 

Forget  thy  Wailing  Place; 
Once  more  thy  King  is  coming 

In  glory  and  in  grace. 

Thy  sons  are  crowding  to  thee, 

Thy  wastes  are  tilled  once  more, 
Thy  latter  rains  returning 

As  in  the  days  of  yore. 
Thy  vineyards  and  thy  olives 

Once  more  thy  mountains  crown, 
And  'neath  the  vine  and  figtree 

Again  thy  sons  sit  down. 


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Once  more  the  grapes  of  Eschol 

In  Hebron's  vale  are  seen, 
Once  more  the  plain  of  Sharon 

Is  clothed  in  richest  green. 
The  orange  groves  of  Jaffa 

Hang  rich  with  harvest  rare, 
And  hill  and  valley  blossom 

With  flowers  sweet  and  fair. 

Once  more  thy  hills  are  crowned 

With  many  a  structure  fair; 
Thy  thoroughfares  are  crowded 

With  traffic  everywhere; 
Thy  streets  are  stretching  northward — 

How  strange  the  sacred  sign — 
And  soon  thy  bounds  will  follow 

The  prophet's  measuring  line. 

And  many  a  town  and  hamlet 

Are  rising  o'er  the  land, 
The  harbingers  of  progress 

And  brighter  days  at  hand. 
And  many  a  little  circle 

Of  Israel's  sons  has  come 
And  in  their  ancient  valleys 

Has  found  a  prosperous  home. 

And  now  the  engine's  whistle 
Is  heard  on  Sharon's  plain, 

And  Judah's  mountains  echo 
The  rushing  railway  train; 


THE  LORD'S  COMING 


And  over  Syrian  railways 
Perhaps,  ere  long,  shall  pour 

The  trade  of  Western  nations 
To  India's  distant  shore. 

The  messengers  of  Jesus, 

Are  gathering  at  thy  gates; 
And  many  a  faithful  watchman 

In  Zion  works  and  waits. 
Once  more  from  Salem's  threshold 

The  stream  begins  to  flow 
Whose  deeper  tides  of  blessing 

To  all  the  lands  shall  go. 

From  many  a  cruel  nation 

Thy  suffering  children  flee, 
Not  knowing  God  is  planning 

To  drive  them  home  to  thee. 
Thy  strange,  pathetic  story 

Men  may  not  understand — 
A  land  without  a  people, 

A  race  without  a  land. 

But  Israel  shall  be  gathered 

From  every  race  and  clime 
To  Zion's  holy  mountain 

In  God's  appointed  time. 
The  little  chosen  remnant 

Must  first  their  Lord  receive; 
The  first  fruits  of  the  nation 

His  gospel  must  believe. 


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And  then,  from  Gentile  nations, 

The  Lord  must  bring  His  own, 
And  unto  every  creature 

The  witness  be  made  known. 
Then,  He  has  surely  promised, 

The  glorious  end  shall  come—? 
Thy  King  shall  come  to  Zion 

And  Israel  gather  home. 

Oh,  hail  that  glorious  morning 

All  things  in  earth  and  sky, 
And  e'en  in  scattered  Israel 

Proclaim  its  advent  nigh! 
Awake,  Awake,  O  Zion ! 

Thy  day  begins  to  dawn! 
Lord,  haste  its  glad  appearing, 

Help  us  to  speed  it  on. 

Written  when  visiting 
Jerusalem  in  1894. 


CLASS  SONGS 


THE  WHOLE  BIBLE  TO  THE  WHOLE  WIDE 
WORLD* 

GOD  has  given  us  a  great  commission, 
On  our  banners  let  it  be  unfurled, 
This  our  holy  trust  and  glorious  message — 
The  whole  Bible  to  the  whole  wide  world. 

God  has  given  us  a  great  salvation, 
Saving  us  from  sickness,  sin,  and  hell ; 

Let  us  come  to  Him  and  take  it  freely, 
Let  us  then  as  freely  go  and  tell. 

Christ  is  calling  us  with  many  voices, 

For  His  speedy  coming  to  prepare; 
Shall  He  find  us  watching,  robed,  and  ready, 

At  His  call  to  meet  Him  in  the  air? 

Blessed  Master,  we  have  heard  Thy  summons, 
And  Thy  heart  has  heard  our  answering  cry ; 

We  are  going  forth  to  meet  the  Bridegroom, 
For  we  know  His  coming  draweth  nigh. 

*The  last  hymn  written  by  Dr.  Simpson 
on  the  Xyack  Motto  and  sung  at 
the  Congress  of  Missionary  Bands, 
February,  ipip. 
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VOLUNTEERS  FOR  JESUS 

COMRADES,  hark!  for  the  battle  cry  is  ringing! 
Forward  march !  hark,  it  is  the  Captain's  call ! 
Ready  all !  let  us  answer  to  the  summons, 
Ready  all!  we  shall  conquer  tho'  we  fall ! 

Comrades,  hark!  He  is  sending  forth  His  legions 
To  Cathay  and  to  India's  burning  sands ! 

Who  will  dare  Afric's  deadly  clime  to  venture? 
Volunteers,  He  is  calling  out  your  bands ! 

Comrades,  hark!  for  the  Lord  has  gone  before  us! 

Jesus  leads,  let  us  haste  to  follow  on; 
Follow  on,  for  the  Lord  is  fighting  for  us ! 

Forward  march!  claim  the  victory  He  has  won! 

Comrades,  shout !  for  the  mighty  walls  are  falling ! 

Onward  press !  God  has  opened  every  door ! 
O'er  the  world  let  us  bear  the  gospel  banner; 

Christ  leads  on,  follow  as  He  goes  before! 

Comrades,  haste!  for  the  day  is  fast  declining! 

Earth  grows  old,  and  the  age  is  nearly  gone ! 
"Lo,  He  comes!"  every  sign  is  loudly  telling; 

Gird  your  loins,  fight  on  till  the  battle's  won! 


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CROWN  HIM  LORD  OF  ALL! 
Class  Song,  1915 

WE  see  a  world  in  arms  to-day, 
We  hear  the  clansmen  sing, 
Some  shouting,  "Kaiser  over  all," 
And  some,  "God  save  the  king." 
But  we  a  nobler  note  would  raise 
As  at  His  feet  we  fall — 
"All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all." 

O  Christ,  we  crown  Thee  Lord  of  all, 
In  all  our  hearts  to-day; 
We  yield  to  Thee  our  love,  our  life, 
Our  thoughts,  our  will,  our  way. 
Lord,  take  and  use  us  as  Thou  wilt ; 
Make  every  heart  Thy  throne, 
And  let  our  every  ransomed  power 
Be  Thine,  and  Thine  alone. 

Oh,  haste  the  day  when  o'er  the  earth 

Thy  flag  shall  be  unfurled ! 

We  go  to  win  for  Christ  our  Lord 

The  crown  of  all  the  world. 

Then  all  above  and  all  below 

At  His  dear  feet  shall  fall, 

"Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all." 


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BE  TRUE 
Class  Song,  1894 

WE  are  going  forth  from  the  school  of  Jesus, 
We  have  sat  at  His  blessed  feet; 
We  have  drunk  from  truth's  celestial  fountain, 

We  have  tasted  its  honey  sweet. 
We  are  witnesses  for  our  blessed  Master 

In  a  world  where  friends  are  few, 
And  He  sends  us  forth  with  the  watchword  holy, 
Whatsoe'er  it  costs,  Be  true. 

Be  true !  Be  true ! 

Let  the  holy  watchword  ring ; 
Be  true  to  your  trust, 

Be  true  to  your  glorious  King; 
Be  true !  Be  true ! 

Whether  friends  be  false  or  few; 
Whatsoe'er  betide,  ever  at  His  side, 

Let  Him  always  find  you  true. 

We  are  going  forth  from  the  upper  chamber, 

From  the  days  of  our  Pentecost, 
We  have  giv'n  ourselves  in  a  full  surrender, 

And  been  filled  with  the  Holy  Ghost. 


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We  are  going  forth  as  epistles  holy, 

And  to  live  as  Christ  would  do ; 
Let  us  always  represent  our  Master, 

Let  our  life  be  always  true. 

We  are  going  forth  with  a  trust  so  sacred, 

And  a  truth  so  divine  and  deep, 
With  a  message  clear  and  a  work  so  glorious, 

And  a  charge,  such  a  charge  to  keep. 
Let  it  be  our  greatest  joy,  my  brother, 

That  the  Lord  can  depend  on  you, 
And  if  all  besides  should  fail  and  falter, 

To  your  trust  be  always  true. 

We  are  going  forth  with  a  glorious  mission 

As  ambassadors  for  God, 
We  are  sent  with  heaven's  last  word  of  mercy 

Over  all  the  world  abroad. 
We  are  sent  to  save  from  the  blight  of  sorrow, 

And  the  curse  of  sin  undo ; 
With  a  work  so  grand  and  a  trust  so  holy, 

Oh,  what  heart  would  not  be  true  ? 

We  are  going  forth  with  the  blessed  Spirit, 

And  the  Master  always  near : 
He  has  told  us,  "Lo,  I  am  with  you  always/' 

And  we  need  not  faint  or  fear. 
With  the  Master's  presence  always  near  us, 

Shall  we  not  both  dare  and  do, 
With  the  mighty  Holy  Ghost  within  us, 

Shall  we  not  be  always  true? 


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We  are  going  forth  with  a  hope  supernal, 

Tis  the  hope  of  "Home,  Sweet  Home," 
We  shall  not  have  gone  over  all  the  cities 

Till  the  Son  of  man  be  come. 
We  are  calling  out  the  guests  to  the  marriage, 

We  are  hasting  to  meet  Him,  too. 
May  He  find  us  watching  and  robed  and  ready ; 

May  He  say  "Thou  hast  been  true." 


THY  GOD  IS  MIGHTY 
Class  Song,  1917 

THERE'S  a  mighty  word  that  echoes  down  the  ages ; 
It  has  cheered  the  saints  in  many  an  evil  time. 
Lo !  "The  Lord  thy  God  in  midst  of  thee  is  mighty," 
Let  it  stir  us  as  we  sing  the  notes  sublime. 

Refrain  : 

"The  Lord  thy  God  in  the  midst  of  thee  is  mighty  " 
The  Lord  thy  God, — sound  it  loud  and  long. 

"The  Lord  thy  God  in  the  midst  of  thee  is  mighty/' 
Be  strong,  be  strong,  be  strong. 

'Twas  the  battle  cry  that  led  the  hosts  of  Israel 

As  they  crossed  the  sea  and  won  the  Promised  Land, 

And  the  mighty  God  that  led  them  on  to  victory 
Still  is  with  us  with  His  strong  and  mighty  Hand. 


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135 


'Twas  the  promise  given  to  the  ancient  prophet 
That  Messiah's  name  should  be  Immanuel, 

For  the  holy  Babe  that  came  to  Bethlehem's  manger 
Was  the  Son  of  God  who  stooped  with  men  to  dwell. 

'Twas  His  parting  promise  as  the  Master  left  us, 
That  the  Holy  Ghost  from  Heaven  He  would  send, 

And  that  He  Himself  in  mighty  power  and  presence 
Should  be  with  us  always  till  the  age  shall  end. 

'Tis  the  mighty  Word  that  sanctifies  and  saves  us 
From  the  power  of  self,  and  of  the  world  and  sin ; 

Holy  secret  hidden  from  the  ancient  ages 
Is  the  Son  of  God  Himself  enthroned  within. 

We  are  waiting  for  a  yet  more  glorious  vision, 
For  the  Son  of  God  is  coming  back  ere  long. 

Haste,  O  Lord,  the  day  when  choirs  of  earth  and  heaven, 
Shall  unite  to  echo  that  millennial  song. 


SEASON  SONGS 


O  WINGED  YEARS 

O WINGED  years,  how  fast  ye  fly ! 
Foreshortened  as  the  end  draws  nigh. 
Another  year  its  course  has  run, 

And  time's  own  course  will  soon  be  done. 

An  age  its  months  might  well  enfold 

If  all  their  issues  could  be  told, 
For  faith  can  trace  the  hand  of  God 

On  every  page  the  earth  abroad. 

The  Winged  Wheels  of  Living  Flame 

That  to  Ezekiel's  vision  came, 
Swift  moving  at  the  Lord's  command, 

Have  swept  once  more  o'er  every  land. 

With  many  a  shock  earth's  walls  were  riven, 
And  God  is  shaking  earth  and  heaven  ; 

The  social  realm,  the  business  world, 

With  wildest  storms  have  tossed  and  swirled. 

Old  systems  crumble  and  decay, 
Old  things  and  peoples  pass  away; 

The  hoary  past  retires  from  view, 
And  a  new  age  wants  all  things  new. 
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137 


'Tis  but  the  travail  pangs  of  earth 

Foretokening  that  mightier  birth 
When  God's  great  word  shall  be  made  true 

And  God  Himself  make  all  things  new. 

How  vain  the  wisdom  of  the  wise! 

Man's  towers  have  failed  to  reach  the  skies. 

New  thought  and  new  theology- 
Are  but  a  sacred  travesty. 

But  God  is  speaking  loud  and  clear, 
His  kingdom  swiftly  draweth  near ; 

The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  come, 
And  Israel's  sons  are  hastening  home. 

Bride  of  the  Lamb,  thyself  prepare 
To  meet  the  Bridegroom  in  the  air; 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  gird  on  your  sword, 
And  send  abroad  His  Holy  Word. 


A  GOLDEN  YEAR 

GOLDEN  days  and  golden  blessings, 
This  the  prayer  our  hearts  would  raise, 
As  we  stand  once  more  together 
At  the  parting  of  the  ways ; 
This  the  boon  our  love  is  asking 
For  the  friends  we  hold  so  dear; 
Open  to  us  all  Thy  treasures, 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  Golden  Year. 


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For  the  gold  we  count  so  precious 
Simply  points  to  things  above, 
And  the  golden  things  of  Scripture 
Are  the  treasures  of  His  love. 
What  can  bring  such  glorious  riches, 
What  can  give  such  wealth  divine 
As  to  have  Him  whisper  to  us, 
"All  I  am  and  have  is  thine  ?" 

Though  perhaps  our  hearts  have  lingered 

Far  too  long  "among  the  pots," 

Let  us  rise  from  sin  and  sorrow 

And  from  earth's  defiling  spots, 

Till  our  soul  shall  catch  the  sunshine 

Falling  on  us  from  above 

Like  the  sheen  of  ^old  and  silver 

On  the  bright  ancf  burnished  dove. 

Robe  us  in  the  golden  garments 
Of  the  daughter  of  the  King; 
Let  us  share  her  heavenly  rapture 
When  the  Lamb  His  Bride  shall  bring; 
Let  our  robes  be  wrought  and  fashioned 
By  Thy  needlework  divine, 
Every  stitch  and  thread  and  fiber, — 
Let  the  work,  O  Lord,  be  Thine. 

Let  us  be  as  golden  vessels 
In  the  palace  of  the  King, 
Purged  from  every  baser  service, 
Every  coarse  and  common  thing; 


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139 


Clean  and  empty,  pure  and  holy, 
Let  us  ever  waiting  stand, 
Meet  for  ever}'  call  of  service, 
Close  and  ready  at  His  hand. 

Let  us  build  a  golden  mansion 
Ere  the  fires  of  that  great  Day 
Shall  consume  wood,  hay,  and  stubble, 
And  the  things  that  pass  away. 
Let  us  build  of  gold  and  silver, 
For  the  Spirit's  work  alone 
Can  endure  the  testing  fires, 
Stand  approved  before  the  throne. 

Let  us  be  like  "golden  vials 
Full  of  odors  sweet"  that  rise, 
Bearing  up  like  golden  censers 
Holy  incense  to  the  skies. 
Let  us  be  like  golden  piping 
Made  the  heavenly  oil  to  bear, 
To  the  golden  temple  lampstands, 
Shedding  blessing  everywhere. 

Golden  words  our  lips  may  utter, 
Words  of  heavenly  love  and  might ; 
Golden  gifts  to  spread  His  gospel 
And  to  send  abroad  the  light; 
Golden  deeds  in  heavenly  power, 
God  can  make  our  weakness  strong; 
Golden  smiles  and  golden  sunshine, 
Filling  life  with  joy  and  song. 


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Streets  and  harps  and  crowns  all  golden 
With  the  ransomed  we  shall  share; 
We  are  heirs  of  all  the  glory 
Waiting  for  us  over  there. 
But  we  need  not  wait  to  claim  it 
Till  we  join  the  heavenly  throng; 
Let  us  dare  to  use  the  riches 
That  to  us  as  heirs  belong. 

Let  us  take  each  golden  promise, 

Let  us  turn  it  back  again ; 

Golden  deeds  of  lives  and  blessing 

Let  us  give  to  God  and  men. 

God  Himself  alone  the  gold  is, 

All,  O  Lord,  must  come  from  Thee; 

Lord,  go  with  us,  then  most  surely 

This  a  Golden  Year  shall  be. 


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THE  OLD  YEAR  AND  THE  NEW. 

THEY  are  tolling  the  dirge  of  the  Old  Year, 
They  are  digging  the  grave  of  the  past; 
Say,  what  has  it  brought  thee  of  blessing 
And  what  has  it  left  that  will  last  ? 

Has  it  brought  thee  to  Jesus  thy  Saviour 
And  saved  from  thy  sins  and  thy  fears? 

Then  well  may'st  thou  bless  its  remembrance, 
And  call  it  the  best  of  thy  years. 

Has  it  brought  thee  the  fulness  of  Jesus 
And  used  thee  on  errands  of  love? 

Then  well  may'st  thou  weep  at  its  parting, 
And  bless  it  all  others  above. 

They  are  ringing  the  dawn  of  the  New  Year, 

And  joyfully  hailing  its  birth: 
Oh,  what  does  it  hide  in  its  bosom 

For  thee  and  the  millions  of  earth? 

Let  faith  bring  its  answering  message, 

As  bright  as  the  promise  divine; 
And  hope  shed  its  light  on  the  vision 

Till  bright  with  His  coming  it  shine. 

Then  let  love  gird  her  loins  to  fulfil  it 

As  forth  to  the  harvest  she  hies ; 
And  may  heaven  make  real  the  vision 

Ere  another  New  Year  shall  arise. 


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EASTERTIDE 
The  New  Year  of  Nature  and  Redemption 

LO,  earth  arrays  herself  in  beauty, 
'  And  folds  her  wintry  robes  away, 
Her  veins  with  vernal  life  are  throbbing, 
Tis  Nature's  glorious  New  Year's  day. 

Glad  day  on  which  the  Lord  of  glory 
Rose  from  the  tomb  where  once  He  lay, 

And  made  the  Eastertide  forever 
Redemption's  sacred  New  Year's  day. 

Type  of  our  spirit's  resurrection, 

Sweet  Eastertide  to  us  thou  art, 
Thou  bringest  us  the  new  creation, 

The  precious  New  Year  of  the  heart. 

Bright  foretaste  of  that  brighter  morning 
When  all  the  saints  shall  reach  their  home. 

O  glorious  day,  we  haste  thy  dawning, 
Glad  New  Year  of  the  Age  to  Come ! 

Sweet  Eastertide,  we  rise  to  meet  thee, 
We  hail  thy  dawning  bright  and  clear! 

Oh,  lift  us  to  the  heavenly  places, 
And  bring  us  all  a  glad  New  Year ! 


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THANKSGIVING  DAY 

WHILE  earth  oft  reels  with  shock  of  bloody  battles, 
And  Heaven  looks  sadly  on  the  fateful  fray, 
Peace  spans  our  sky  with  radiant  rainbow  glory 
And  tunes  our  praise  this  glad  Thanksgiving  Day. 

While  plague  and  famine  stalk  among  the  nations, 
And  want  and  sorrow  on  their  victims  prey, 

'There's  no  complaining  in  our  streets"  and  hamlets, 
And  Plenty  fills  our  flowing  cup  this  day. 

While  darkness  broods  o'er  more  than  half  earth's 
millions, 

And  myriads  still  to  senseless  idols  pray, 
The  Light,  the  Life,  the  Christ  to  us  are  given, 
And  Heaven's  best  blessings  fill  our  hearts  to-day. 

The  heavenly  hosts  are  marching  on  before  us, 

The  hand  of  God  "makes  straight"  His  glorious  way; 

The  harbingers  of  Hope  are  all  around  us, 
And  nearer  draws  Heaven's  grand  Thanksgiving  Day. 

While  Praise  pours  out  to-day  its  glad  oblation, 
Let  Faith  and  Hope  with  holy  longing  pray 

That  soon  may  come  earth's  Monarch  and  Redeemer 
To  make  all  days  one  long  Thanksgiving  Day. 

But  more  than  Praise  or  Prayer  or  Hope's  bright  vision, 
Let  Love  go  forth  her  endless  debt  to  pay ; 

And  as  we  share  our  blessings  with  our  fellows, 
'Twill  doubly  bless  our  own  Thanksgiving  Day. 


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COUNT  YOUR  BLESSINGS 

ONCE  again  our  glad  thanksgivings 
Rise  before  our  Father's  throne 
As  we  try  to  count  the  blessings 
Of  the  year  so  swiftly  flown, 
As  we  trace  the  wondrous  working 

Of  His  wisdom,  power,  and  k)ve, 
And  unite  our  "Holy,  holy," 
With  the  seraphim  above. 

He  has  blessed  our  favored  country 

With  a  free  and  bounteous  hand, 
Peace  and  plenty  in  our  borders, 

Liberty  through  all  our  land. 
And  although  our  sins  and  follies 

Oft  provoked  Him  to  His  face, 
Mercy  still  restrains  His  judgments 

And  prolongs  our  day  of  grace. 

As  we  gather  'round  our  firesides 

On  this  new  Thanksgiving  Day, 
Time  would  fail  to  count  the  blessings 

That  have  followed  all  our  way ; 
Grace  sufficient,  help  and  healing, 

Prayer  oft  answered  at  our  call, 
And  the  best  of  all  our  blesssings, 

Christ  Himself  our  all  in  all. 


SEASON  SONGS 


145 


How  His  glorious  hand  is  moying 

Over  all  the  earth  abroad, 
While  the  wondering  nations  tremble 

At  the  mighty  march  of  God ! 
How  a  single  year  has  witnessed 

Many  age-long  fetters  riven, 
And  the  Turk's  dominion  ended 

By  the  wrath  of  righteous  heaven! 

While  we  love  to  count  our  blessings, 

Grateful  for  the  year  that's  gone, 
Faith  would  sweep  a  wider  vision, 

Hope  would  gaze  yet  farther  on; 
For  the  signals  all  around  us 

Seem  with  one  accord  to  say, 
Christ  is  coming  soon  to  bring  us 

Earth's  last,  best  Thanksgiving  Day  I 


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AS  A  LITTLE  CHILD 

WHEN  He  came  from  heaven  to  earth, 
Jesus  stooped  to  mortal  birth 
As  a  little  child. 
Now  He  reigns  above  the  sky, 
But  the  name  He  bears  on  high 
Is  "God's  Holy  Child." 

As  of  old  on  Christmas  morn 
Christ  in  us  again  is  born 

As  a  little  child. 
And  He  bids  His  followers  be 
Meek  and  holy  even  as  He, 

Like  a  little  child. 

Give  me,  Lord,  a  childlike  heart ; 
Make  me  simple,  free  from  art 

As  a  little  child. 
Trustful,  loving,  glad,  and  free, 
Sweet,  and  holy  let  me  be 

Like  a  little  child. 

Jesus,  treat  me  as  a  child; 

And  when  swept  by  tempests  wild, 

Still  Thy  troubled  child. 
Hush  my  doubts  and  fears  to  rest, 
And  upon  Thy  sheltering  breast 

Fold  Thy  troubled  child. 


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A  CHRISTMAS  WITHOUT  CHRIST 

WHEN  God's  beloved  Son 
Came  down  to  dwell  with  men, 
There  was  in  Bethlehem's  little  town 

No  room  for  Jesus  then ; 
And  in  a  manger  bed 

On  that  first  Christmas  morn, 
'Mid  crowded  stalls  and  lowing  kine 
The  Lord  of  Worlds  was  born. 

He's  coming  back  once  more 

Coming,  but  not  as  then ; 
Arrayed  in  glorious  majesty, 

He's  coming  back  to  reign. 
With  songs  and  shouts  of  praise 

The  earth  and  heavens  shall  ring, 
And  wealth  of  worlds  were  cheap  to  win 

One  smile  from  heaven's  King. 

Sometimes  He  still  doth  come 

Seeking  our  hearts  to  win; 
He  gently  knocks,  and  waits,  and  cries, 

"Soul,  may  I  enter  in?" 
His  loving  heart  is  fain 

To  win  us  in  disguise 
Before  His  majesty  shall  burst 

Upon  our  wondering  eyes. 


148  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


O  happy  souls  that  hear 

And  bid  Him  enter  in! 
He  comes  to  bless  and  heal  and  save 

From  all  the  curse  of  sin. 
And,  oh,  what  joy  some  day 

To  hear  Him  say  to  thee, 
"Thou  gavest  Me  a  home  on  earth, 

Now  thou  shalt  dwell  with  Me." 


The  world  is  rushing  on 

In  mad  frivolity, 
With  room  and  time  for  all  besides, 

But  none,  O  Lord,  for  Thee. 
And,  bolder  grown,  we  dare 

To  call  the  world  our  own; 
Humanity  is  God,  and  God 
i  Is  banished  from  His  throne. 


Imperious  Mammon  claims 

All  things  on  earth  below; 
No  heavenly  stamp  our  coins  must  bear,* 

No  Christ  our  Christmas  know. 
The  songs  our  children  sang 

Must  find  a  lower  key, 
And  Bethlehem's  Babe  no  place  be  given 

Upon  their  Christmas  tree. 

♦Written  when  the  United  States  Government  was  discussing 
the  question  of  removing  the  words  "In  God  we  trust"  from 
its  coins. 


SEASON  SONGS 


149 


O  God,  the  very  heavens 

Must  blush  with  wondering  shame 
To  see  the  slight  that  man  bestows 

On  heaven's  most  honored  name. 
How  canst  Thou  love  and  bless ! 

How  canst  Thou  still  forbear ! 
.While  He  wTho  died  to  purchase  us 

Has  in  our  joy  no  share ! 

Earth,  have  thy  little  day 

Of  Christlessness  and  sin ! 
Soon  shalt  thou  stand  at  Heaven's  gate 

And  seek  to  enter  in. 
But  from  those  warders  stern 

I  hear  the  answer  given — 
"For  those  who  had  no  room  for  Christ 

There  is  no  room  in  heaven." 


150  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


THE  MORNING  STAR 

WHEN  of  old  the  Magi  journeyed 
With  their  gifts  from  lands  afar, 
They  were  led  to  Bethlehem's  manger 

By  a  new  and  wondrous  Star; 
'Twas  a  Morning  Star,  proclaiming 

That  earth's  night  had  passed  away, 
And  a  heavenly  Sun  was  rising 
On  an  Everlasting  Day. 

But  for  us  a  Star  has  risen 

With  a  radiance  brighter  far; 
Christ  Himself,  to  those  who  know  Him, 

Is  the  Bright  and  Morning  Star; 
When  He  comes,  He  brings  the  morning 

Of  a  day  that  knows  no  night; 
Of  our  hearts  He  is  the  Dayspring 

And  the  Everlasting  Light. 

And  we're  waiting  for  the  dawning 

Of  that  glad  millennial  day 
When  earth's  night  of  sin  and  sorrow 

Shall  forever  pass  away. 
But  before  that  glorious  sunrise 

Bursts  o'er  all  the  earth  afar 
He  will  come  to  us  who  know  Him 

As  the  Bright  and  Morning  Star. 


SEASON  SONGS 


151 


Like  the  Magi  from  the  Orient 

Pilgrims  of  the  night  we  are; 
But  we're  watching  as  we  journey 

For  the  Bright  and  Morning  Star. 
E'en  the  deep'ning  darkness  tells  us 

That  the  morning  must  be  near, 
Oh,  what  joy  should  it  be  waiting 

Somewhere  in  this  glad  New  Year ! 


WHY  HE  CAME 

THE  Lord  of  angels  came  to  Bethlehem's  manger 
To  teach  our  hearts  to  love  the  lowliest  place ; 
For  rank  can  bend  where  vulgar  pride  stands  vaunting, 
And  beauty  shines  most  fair  in  modest  grace. 
Lord  Jesus,  teach  our  hearts  to  stoop  like  Thee, 
And  ever  clothe  us  with  humility. 

The  Holy  Babe  came  down  to  Bethlehem's  cradle 

To  shed  eternal  light  on  childhood's  charm. 

The  Hand  that  guides  the  mighty  orbs  of  heaven 

Once  lay  a  helpless  babe  in  Mary's  arms. 
Lord,  help  me  like  a  little  child  to  be, 
And  let  me  love  Thy  lambs  for  love  of  Thee. 

The  angels  sang  on  Bethlehem's  plains  that  midnight 
To  teach  our  lips  the  songs  the  seraphs  know; 
"Glory  to  God  on  high,"  the  lofty  keynote, 
"Goodwill  to  men  and  peace  on  earth"  below. 

Lord,  tune  our  voices  to  the  old  refrain, 

And  ever  let  our  lives  repeat  the  strain. 


152  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


It  was  the  humble  shepherds  saw  the  vision — 
Types  of  the  lowly  hearts  to  whom  'tis  given 
To  see  the  things  the  wise  and  prudent  see  not, 
And  catch  the  echoes  of  the  songs  of  heaven. 
Lord,  may  we  ever  dwell  so  near  Thy  side, 
And  in  the  secret  place  with  Thee  abide. 

The  Magi  came  to  Bethlehem's  lowly  manger 
With  gifts  of  myrrh  and  frankincense  and  gold, 
To  teach  us  still  to  bring  our  costly  treasure, 
Our  worship  and  our  woe,  like  them  of  old. 

O  Christ,  unchanged  through  all  the  changing  years, 
Accept  our  gifts,  our  homage,  and  our  tears. 


/ 


SPECIAL  SONGS 


THE  SOUTHERN  CROSS 

STARS  of  the  southern  heavens, 
I  greet  you  in  His  name, 
Who  hung  your  torches  yonder, 
And  lit  their  glowing  flame. 

Oft  in  the  northern  midnight 

I've  seen  Orion  shine, 
The  brightest  constellation 

Of  yonder  arch  divine. 

The  silver  light  of  Sirius, 
The  wondrous  Pleiades, 

The  never  changing  Pole  Star — 
.Oft  have  I  gazed  on  these. 

But  I  have  longed  to  see  thee, 
Fair  Southern  Cross,  arise, 

The  mystic  sign  of  Jesus 
Engraven  on  the  skies. 

153 


154  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


Shine  on,  thou  wondrous  signal, 
Bright  lamp  from  Heaven  above, 

Tell  out  o'er  earth  and  ocean 
The  mystery  of  His  love, 

O'er  Australasian  Islands, 
And  Afric's  burning  sands, 

And  India's  teeming  millions, 
And  all  the  Christless  lands. 

Tell  how  the  Lord  of  Heaven 

Gave  up  His  Son  to  die, 
Till  men  shall  catch  the  meaning 

Of  Christ  and  Calvary. 

His  Church  has  long  neglected 
To  make  the  message  known, 

But  God  has  hung  the  signal 
To  flash  it  from  the  Throne. 

They  say  its  stars  are  tinted 
Like  Calvary's  crimson  hue; 

The  very  heavens  confess  Him 
Who  died  for  me  and  you. 

The  Southern  Cross  is  hanging 
Low  in  the  Eastern  sky; 

I  almost  long  to  grasp  it 
And  lift  it  up  on  high. 


SPECIAL  SONGS 


155 


Yon  glorious  constellation 

Is  slowly  travelling  on; 
And  lo,  erect  it  standest, 

Long  ere  the  night  is  gone. 

Yes,  and  Thy  cross,  O  Jesus, 

Is  rising  evermore; 
And  soon  its  light  and  glory 

Shall  shine  from  shore  to  shore. 

Amid  yon  starry  cluster 

Two  crosses  I  can  see; 
One  is  the  cross  of  Jesus, 

And  one — is  left  for  me. 

One  stands  erect  to  heaven; 

'Tis  His  who  suffered  there; 
And  one  is  prostrate  lying, 

For  us  to  take  and  bear. 

I  lift  Thy  cross,  O  Jesus, 
O'er  every  heathen  land; 

And  mine — I  take  and  carry, 
At  Thy  divine  command. 


Written  on  the  Red 
Sea,  Feb.,  1893. 


156  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


LOOKING  OVER 

ONCE  of  old  on  Hermon's  "height, 
Jesus  stood  one  glorious  night, 
In  transfiguration  bright 

Looking  over; 
Past  the  cross  where  He  should  die, 
Past  the  grave  where  He  should  lie, 
Over  to  His  throne  so  high, — 
Looking  over, 

Down  the  mountain  He  could  see 
Kedron's  vale  and  Calvary's  tree, 
But  how  small  they  seemed  to  be 

Looking  over; 
Dwarfed  before  the  vision  bright, 
Lost  amid  the  eternal  light 
Bursting  on  His  ravished  sight, — 

Looking  over. 

He  could  see  the  lifted  stone, 
He  could  see  the  eternal  throne, 
And  the  powers  of  hell  o'erthrown 

Looking  over; 
He  could  see  the  gospel  roll 
Through  the  world  from  pole  to  pole, 
Making  ruined  sinners  whole,— 

Looking  over. 


SPECIAL  SONGS 


157 


He  could  see  the  ransomed  throng, 
He  could  hear  their  rapturous  song, 
Rolling  through  the  ages  long, 

Looking  over; 
He  could  see  His  glorious  Bride, 
Saved  and  seated  at  His  side, 
And  His  soul  was  satisfied 

Looking  over. 

Let  us  look  from  Hermon's  height 
Over  all  earth's  little  night  ' 
And  the  sunlit  hills  of  light, 

Looking  over; 
And  the  joy  that's  set  before 
Every  grief  will  lift  us  o'er 
Till  we  stand  on  yonder  shore 

Looking  over. 

Written  on  the  Red  Sea, 
February  24,  1894. 

IN  MEMORIAM* 

FRIEND  of  our  hearts,  farewell ! 
How  swift  thy  heavenly  call ! 
But  yesterday  we  clasped  thy  hand — 
To-day  the  funeral  pall. 

Nay,  not  the  pall,  the  bier — 

For  thee  no  death  can  be — 
Thy  radiant  soul  is  shining  on, 

These  cerements  hold  not  thee. 

♦On  the  occasion  of  the  death  of  Rev.  Henry  Wilson,  D.D. 


158  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


The  chrysalis  has  burst, 

Thy  winged  soul  has  flown; 

Thy  song  has  struck  a  nobler  key 
Before  the  jasper  throne. 

With  countless  little  ones 
Who  passed  this  way  before, 

We  seem  to  see  thy  radiant  form 
Upon  that  shining  shore. 

Thy  loved  ones,  too,  are  there, 

All  pain  and  parting  past; 
Thy  spirit  breathes  its  native  air 

And  finds  its  home  at  last. 

Thou  wast  too  bright  for  earth 

To  hold  thee  longer  here ; 
Pass  on — we  would  not  wish  thee  back 

Amid  these  shadows  drear. 

But  on  we  also  press, 

And  may  thy  mantle  fall 
And  leave  on  many  a  quickened  heart 

Some  new  and  heavenly  call. 


SPECIAL  SONGS 


159 


SAFE  HOME 

TJE  brought  me  safe  to  my  longed-for  haven, 
«*•  *    My  perilous  journey  past; 
So  bring  us,  Lord,  on  our  heavenly  journey, 
Safe  home,  safe  home  at  last. 

Through  many  a  trying,  deadly  climate, 

And  many  a  stormy  blast, 
He  guided,  guarded  my  every  footstep, 

And  brought  me  home  at  last. 

Through  narrow  straits,  o'er  mighty  mountains, 

And  out  on  oceans  vast, 
Life's  pathway  leads,  yet  He  guides  our  footsteps, 

And  brings  us  home  at  last. 

By  dangerous  shores  where  the  dread  plague  hovered, 

My  lot  was  sometimes  cast, 
But  the  Great  Physician  has  ever  guarded, 

And  brought  me  home  at  last. 

He  gave  me  service  beside  all  waters, 

And  sheaves  for  the  Harvest  Home. 
Oh,  may  we  all  be  among  the  reapers, 

When  we  to  the  harvest  come. 


160  SONGS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 


He  brought  me  safe  to  my  earthly  haven, 

My  perilous  journey  past, 
So  bring  us,  Lord,  in  our  heavenly  journey, 

Safe  home,  safe  home  at  last. 

Written  after  a  trip  around 
South  America  in  1910. 


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